“Unfortunately.”
His smile warmed against my skin.
“I asked you to dance.”
“I remember.”
“You said there wasn’t a dance floor.”
“There wasn’t.”
“I said we were standing on one.”
“That sounds like you.”
“You looked toward the door.”
I remembered that too.
Not visually.
The feeling.
A public room.
Men at tables.
The old instinct to calculate who might object if Reid touched me.
“I almost said no.”
“You did say no.”
“What changed?”
“I walked away.”
I laughed.
“You manipulated me.”
“I accepted your answer.”
“That is less romantic.”
“You caught my hand before I took two steps.”
Something loosened in my chest.
“I remember that.”
Reid lifted his head.
“What?”
“Your wrist.”
I closed my eye.
