Page 137 of Forbidden Harmony

“My friends are going to think I’m an idiot,”she said.

Nathan stood up and held out his hand asthe music turned soft and slow. “C’mon, Addison.”

“Where?”

“Dance with me.”

“Just a dance?” she said.

“Just a dance.”

She took his hand and let him lead her tothe dance floor. He put his arm around her waist and held her close but not soclose that she was uncomfortable. He was very tall, and she stared up at himas he steered her around the dance floor.

“You’re a good dancer.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Took some lessons inmy youth. My dad told me that the ladies loved a man who could dance.”

“They do,” she said.

“My old man always gave good advice,” Nathansaid.

“Do you live in Harmony Falls?” she said.

“I do. I just moved here about six monthsago,” he said.

“Do you like our town?”

“Yes,” he said. “I was living in the cityfor quite a few years, but I grew up in a small town very much like this oneand it feels a little bit like coming home.”

“What do you do for a living?” They hadsat and talked for nearly an hour, but Nathan had asked her questions about herlife.

“I’m a vet. I work over at… well, thismust be your tattoo artist.”

“What?” Addison said.

Nathan was staring over her head and shecraned her neck to see Preacher standing behind her.

“Preacher? What are you doing here?”

Preacher stared at Nathan and said, “Can Icut in?”

His tone was low and perfectly polite, but Addisonwas pretty certain there was murder in his eyes.

Nathan gave Preacher an easy grin. “Sure,if the lady is agreeable to it. Addison?”

Preacher made a low growl of anger whenNathan said her name before lowering his gaze to her. He held out his hand.“Take my hand, Sunshine.”

She automatically reached for his hand, smilingapologetically at Nathan. “I’m sorry, Nathan.”

Nathan tipped his cowboy hat to her as hereleased her and stepped back. Preacher pulled her into his arms, pressingevery inch of her body against his before splaying his hand across her lowerback in a possessive grip.

Nathan walked away and Preacher glared ather. “What are you doing here?”

She returned his scowl. “What areyoudoing here?”

“I asked you first.”

She rolled her eyes and then winced whenPreacher stepped on her foot. He cursed and muttered an apology beforeresuming his awkward swaying.

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