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“I don’t know how to do this!”
“I do.”
Clover added music with “Iris.”
“It’s the Goo Goo Dolls,” Owen said, “but I don’t do that.”
Cleo fluttered her lashes. “I do.”
“I do.” John Dee held out a hand.
With a curtsy, Cleo took it.
Hands on hips again, Bree watched both couples spin around the floor.
“I had my serious doubts. Deeply serious, but holy hopping shit, this is a freaking ballroom. And Manny, Rock Hard’s going to rock it hard here.”
“Hundred percent. The first time we’ll have played in a place with freaking chandeliers. Sign us up for the holiday bash, and we’ll blow those doors off.”
He grinned over at Owen. “This was fun.”
“You’ve always had a weird sense of fun. Wait until she gets her teeth into doing a major game room in the basement, and you can have more fun hauling things around.”
“We used to game in that room downstairs.”
“Not big enough for what she wants. Pool table, pinball.”
“Pinball?” Bree held up a hand.
“Trey’s got a line on Gorgar.”
“Vintage pinball!” Bree mimed pressed flippers. “We’re here for that, right, babe?”
“Oh yeah, we are. Man, this place is coming to serious life.”
As they circled, Trey grinned. “That’s the plan, isn’t it, cutie?”
“You bet your waltzing ass.” Sonya threw back her head and laughed as they danced.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The next morning, Sonya rolled out of bed before Trey.
He opened one eye. “Really?”
“I’ve got a ten o’clock video call, and some work to make up before that. I want to get a workout in.”
“Again I say, really? And add, after yesterday?”
“Yesterday is why I’m taking a page out of Cleo’s book and sticking with yoga. I’m feeling all those trips up and down steps, and all the rest of it.”
She pulled on a sports bra, workout capris, then walked back to the bed. Leaned over, kissed him.
“You could join me.”
“I think no. I’m after a long, hot shower, coffee, breakfast. I’ve got a nine o’clock.”
“Then I’ll see you tonight. Hauling furniture is not on tonight’s menu.”
