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“Whatever.” She shakes her head.
“So did you ever try it? Ballet I mean?”
“My mom couldn’t afford the classes, not that it mattered much. I was never built to be a ballerina.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Ballerinas are tall and slender and perfect. Not short and curvy with two left feet.”
“I don’t know; I’d pay good money to see you twirl around in a tutu.” I grin, letting my eyes travel the length of her.
Finley is one of those rare beauties. The kind that seems to have no idea just how beautiful she is. The kind that steals the spotlight from every other woman in the room without realizing she’s even doing it.
Dark hair. Intense green eyes. Full pouty lips. She’s a show stopper on every level. I mean hell, she had me with only one look.
“Such a guy thing to say.” She rolls her eyes.
“But still true.” I chuckle. “So, what do you do? I mean, where do you work?”
“Here and there.”
“Here and there?” I give her a curious look.
“I’ve dabbled in many things since coming to Chicago.”
“Now I’m intrigued.”
“Don’t get too excited.” She shakes her head, her shoulder length dark hair swaying as she does. “Waitressing. That kind of thing. Nothing glamorous, that’s for sure.”
“There’s a lot to be said for someone who can waitress and not murder people.”
“Gotta earn an honest living somehow.”
“That you do.” I tip back my beer.
“And since my dance career didn’t pan out.” She grins slyly.
“I don’t know. Perhaps there’s still hope for you yet.” I set my beer on the bar. “Why don’t you show me some of your moves?” I gesture to the empty dance floor a few feet from where we’re sitting.
“Pretty sure I have no moves.” She shakes her head.
“I bet you’re better than you give yourself credit for.”
“Or maybe you’re giving me too much credit. You don’t know me. When I say I have two left feet, I’m not joking.”
Standing, I extend my hand to her.
“What are you doing?” She looks to my outstretched hand and then back up to my face, a slow pink hue creeping across her cheeks.
“Calling your bluff.” I smile, tilting my head toward the dance floor.
“Oh no. There is no way I’m going out there with you.” She shakes her head.
“Oh come on, live a little.” Her eyes dart to mine, something passing over her features that I can’t quite pin point.
She looks down at my hand again for a brief moment before taking it and allowing me to pull her to her feet and lead her away from the bar.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” she says once we reach the center of the small dance floor.
