Page 17 of Escape to the Sun

Heather closed her eyes and let herself go. It wasn’t until two arms—two very strong, masculine arms—circled her waist that she opened them and looked directly into Ash’s deep-green eyes. She wished her stomach hadn’t done that flip, that her skin didn’t spark at his touch, that her center didn’t turn to straight-up liquid heat when he touched her.

But it did.

When it came to Ash, she was definitely in over her head. In her whole life, she’d never felt her body light up the way it did when he was near, and dammit, she owed it to herself to pursue that. But Sherri was right. She needed to be honest with herself. Whatever that meant.

But she had a sneaking suspicion it meant figuring herself out before getting involved in any way with anyone else.

There was a lot to process.

Ash had started to move, Heather in his arms. She could have pulled away from him right then and there. Maybe she should have. But at that moment, she needed a dance more than she needed to figure out her thoughts. Besides, a dance was just a dance.

That was all.

At least that’s what she’d keep telling herself.

She’d figure out the rest later.

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