Page 103 of The Baby-whisperer and the Brute
The band’s lead singer, who still stood on the stage in the spotlight, cupped a hand over his eyes to block the glare and held the mic close to his mouth.
“Jade… you here yet?”
She raised a hand. “Right here.” Then in a low voice meant only for me, she said, “That’s our cue,” and strode toward the stage with a big wave to the assembled guests.
Left with no other choice, I followed. Reaching the stage, I hopped onto it then turned to reach down for Jessica. She placed her hands in mine, and I pulled her up in one swift, powerful move.
The momentum brought the fronts of our bodies into contact for a moment, and I steadied her with my hands on her waist as she rocked on her stilettos.
“You good?” I asked automatically before letting go. I’d barely exerted myself lifting her, but I sounded out of breath anyway.
Without taking a step backward to break contact, Jessica looked up at me. Those big, spectacular green eyes were as mesmerizing as ever.
“You bet I am. Thanks, Wild-man.”
Then she stepped away from me and into the spotlight, leaving me shaking—and grateful she was getting on a plane for the West Coast tomorrow.
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