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Meg took a sip and looked around. “It’s busy tonight, but not jammed. I like that.”
Chet noticed that she was wearing makeup. Not a lot. Just enough that her cheeks were brighter, her lashes longer, and her lips lush with gloss. Growing up with sisters meant Chet had learned a lot about makeup and how women liked to wear it or not wear it. How it could be used to draw the eye to a certain facial feature. Whether she’d meant to or not, the gloss she’d puton her lips caused Chet to focus on that feature the most. He’d die a happy man if she’d let him kiss off every bit of it.
“How do you feel about dancing?” A bold move on his part, yes. But one he was willing to take. While her guard had been up with him all the other times they’d been together, his instinct said it was now down enough to at least give him a shot.
Her eyes searched his, for what, he didn’t know. A motive? Some hidden agenda? In truth, the only one he had was the desire to hold her close.
“I like dancing.” She gave him a small smile.
Without a word, he stood and held out his hand. She looked up at him. Placing her hand in his, she stood as well.
They made their way to the dance floor while a song played about running away from love. Being afraid. Chet’s heart pounded. Would Meg hear the words and run from him, too? Regret she had agreed to dance? Regret any of the time they’d spent together?
Instead of running, when they reached the dance floor, she stepped into his arms willingly.
They moved across the floor with ease. Chet was grateful to his sisters for making him learn the two-step and other dances they insisted would help him on dates, appreciating the chance it gave him to be close to Meg. With her left hand on his shoulder, her right hand clasped with his, she leaned into him, trusting him as he led them through the steps. She let her guard down a bit while running and also while dancing.Interesting.
“You’re a smooth dancer, Chester. Yet another thing that surprises me about you.”
Her voice in his ear sent warmth through his body. Having her pressed against him amped up the heat between them as well.
“Oh yeah? What else surprises you about me?”
She didn’t answer right away, a sign that she still had to think about how much she was willing to share.
“Well, I admit I thought you’d have more of an agenda with our running time together. Use that to put the moves on me.”
He laughed. “Put the moves on you, huh?” He spun them to alter their direction on the dance floor. His stomach flipped a bit but not from the movement. Hehadasked Rachel to help him out, make sure he ran with Meg in the fundraiser, but his motives were pure. Would he love to date Meg? Yes. Was he using the opportunity to “make moves” on her? No. At least not in the way she was implying.
She shrugged.
“No more so than I am now.” He wrapped his arm around her waist a bit more and spun her around. “You’re looking at my best moves right here.”
The sound of her laughter floated through the air, her hair flying out behind her as they twirled.
He settled their steps but kept her tucked tight against him. He couldn’t think of a sound better than her laughter or a vision more beautiful than her face.
His eyes met hers. “You have a gorgeous smile.”
Her cheeks flushed as she tilted her head down, avoiding his gaze. “Thanks.”
He wasn’t sure what had brought out the flirty side of Meg tonight, but he wasn’t complaining. He also knew that pushing too far could cause her to shield herself again. As amazing as it felt to hold her close, see her smile, he sensed it was time to bring some of their fun banter back to things.
“Also, you could be the one wanting to put the moves on me. I might need to watch myself.”
With that, her head popped back up. “Oh, you think so, Chester?”
He had never allowed anyone to get away with calling him Chester, but with Meg he couldn’t care less. It amused her so much, she could call him whatever she wanted.
“It’s possible right?” He looked into her brown eyes. Between those and her ruby lips, chocolate-covered strawberries came to mind. A favorite of his.
“You think quite a lot about yourself, don’t you?” Meg said.
“There’s a difference between arrogance and confidence.”
One eyebrow lifted. “I have my opinions on which one you are.”
“Really?” He smiled at her, enjoying how relaxed she was in his arms.
