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“I was originally supposed to dance with Tiffany.”
I’d forgotten.“Lesser of two evils, huh?”
“I don’t think you’re the lesser of anything.”
Why did that tone in his voice make it hard for me to breathe?Rationally, I knew Rebel was handsome.Maybe more than handsome.And maybe I’d noticed that a little more than I normally did lately.But he wasn’t my type.
Yeah, your type worked out so well for you before.
But Rebel didn’t like me.
Except the past couple of weeks, it had seemed?—
Nope.No, it hadn’t seemed like anything.Stop it right now.
I smiled, hoping I didn’t look like a complete idiot.
“Thanks.”
“All right, let’s go one more time,” Patricia said, “and I’ll be by to give each couple some tips.”
The music started again, but we didn’t.I couldn’t seem to get my feet to move.My brain kept repeating Rebel’s words.And he kept staring at me.
“I can’t exactly give you any tips if you’re not going to dance.”
I startled to hear Patricia’s voice so close.Rebel, of course, must have seen her coming.His hands tightened around mine, though not in a threatening way.It felt more like he was keeping me close.
“I think we’re good,” Rebel said.
Patricia’s brows rose into arches and her lips twitched like she wanted to laugh.“So there’s no room for improvement?”
“There’s always room for improvement.But I’m not sure I’m going to get any better.And Erin doesn’t need any help.She’s already too damn good for me.”
“We already knew that,” Rocky yelled from across the room.
Everyone laughed, then Rowdy tossed a dig at Rocky’s two left feet, and Rain made a joke about Rowdy’s inability to count to two without his feet, and Rocky said something about Rowdy that made everyone laugh.
But my brain wasn’t processing words.All my attention was focused on Rebel, who continued to stare at me.I knew eventually someone would notice the way we were staring at each other, and I knew I should look away.I didn’t know why I kept staring.Except we weren’t fighting.
And I liked that.
“Why don’t we take a break for a few minutes.”Patricia’s voice broke through the fog, and I took a step back from Rebel.“Everyone get some water, and we’ll do another round.”
Could I fake a heart attack?A panic attack?A burst appendix?
“I need to talk to my brother.”Rebel’s gaze finally released mine, and he glanced over my shoulder.“I’ll be back.”
He was gone before I could respond.
Leaving me flustered and wondering what the hell had just happened.
ChapterThirteen
Rebel
I reachedout and wrapped my hand around her neck, the braid containing her bright hair brushing against my skin.Electricity sparked up my arm and throughout the rest of my body.Pulling her against me, I sucked in air at the crush of her breasts against my chest.
So fucking soft.I wanted to put my hands all over her.Wanted to run them up and down her body and feel her naked skin, warm against mine.
