Page 27 of Dancing Struggles


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“See?” I say, my voice going a little wobbly. “I’m good. I told you I can handle anything. I don’t need a friend.”

He brushes the corner of my lips with his thumb. “We all need friends.”

“You’re not a friend.”

His mouth lifts in a small smile. “I could be.”

“You want to sleep with me, make me a notch.” I try to pull away, but I can’t move. I’m trapped by him. “Not be my friend.”

“I don’t have fucking notches, Sarah. I’m not an ass. And yeah, I want to sleep with you. It’s a compliment, but I’m also damn good at multitasking. I can want to fuck you and be a friend. They’re not mutually exclusive.”

“You want a friend with benefits.”

He lets me go and takes hold of my shoulders, his touch firm. “You would test the patience of a saint as they say and I’m not that. Is it lover boy?”

I jerk. I can’t help it. Calling Billy a boy or my lover are both so wrong, I don’t know where to start. And . . . wait. I look at him and frown. “You mean Jonah?”

“Who?”

“The chef?”

“You were flirting with him.” He frowns slightly.

“Not flirting. Talking, laughing. That’s it.”

He’s silent a long time. “It’s a guy.”

I could pretend not to understand him but what’s the point? “From a very long time ago. And it’s my issue . . . it’s not even an issue. Just something I have to take care of.”

He nods. “Say the word and I’ll come to your rescue.”

“I don’t need to be rescued. I’ve got this”

He sighs, but the smile is back. “It’s not about needing, it’s about accepting.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Don’t you?” His voice is a slow, hot murmur, and I start to melt. “Not even a kiss.”

Shit. I suck in a breath. I really want his kiss. I can remember that first one with perfect clarity. Those ones that burned slow inside and made my toes curl. The heat of his mouth, his tongue . . .

“No.”

“I think you’re lying.”

“Leland . . .”

He leans in, breath warm as he moves close against my skin, from my cheek to my ear and I start melting against my will. “There’s something going on and I’m a fucking good lawyer, so I’ll find out. You might as well tell me the truth. You don’t want me to find out another way. There could be consequences for lying to me.”

“What I want and what’s a good idea are two different things,” I whisper.

His soft laughter vibrates against my ear, sending delicious little thrills sparking through my blood. “I meant about the invite.”

I shove at him, but he slides his arm about my waist.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Sarah.”

He waits a beat as I raise my face to his, and then he sighs, that masculine sound of satisfaction as he lowers his lips to mine.

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