Page 56 of Smooth Moves
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“I’ll call a cab.”
“I’m already here with you. Come on.” She pushed them through the door and wormed her way under his arm, by his side, as if her small frame helped him balance.
He leaned on her all the same, not too much but to validate the connection. And damn but she fit like she belonged there. “I, um, I didn’t take you away from your date with Hector, did I?”
“It was already over. And it wasn’t a date.” She chuckled. “Though I did make a few bucks on it.”
“Huh?”
She blushed. “Never mind. Oh good. You’re next.” She pushed him none too gently toward the front counter. “He’s got a head wound.”
The lady behind the window frowned. “Let’s get you in, fella. You don’t look so good.”
