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“Who? Me?” Cary thumbed his chest.

“No, Flo ‘Can You Blow my Whistle’ Rida. Of course, you, idiot.” I drummed my fingers at the counter to lose some tension.

He took another swallow and ahh-ed as if he’d never tasted anything better than non-alcoholic beer, and finally, a puzzle piece seemed to fit inside his cocaine-fried brain. “Such a coincidence…” He dramatically threw his arm up to check his invisible watch. “It’s almost seven. Huh, Dita’s class is about to start.”

I checked the time above the oven and slapped my hands against my face. “Fuuuck, I’m going to be late.”

Rio chuckled. “You’re so screwed.”

“And it doesn’t seem to be in a good way,” Carry added.

It wasn’t. I’d never been this nervous before. But I breathed a great amount of oxygen through my nostrils, saluted them with my middle fingers, and got into my Audi.

The drive was excruciating. I’d never been on display like this, never this vulnerable. I could go stand in the back of the room, but she probably had other things in mind.

When I stepped inside and saw people warming up, her eyes glinted my way and the mischief in it made me suspicious. I went up to her anyway because I needed to touch her. A week without her was worse than this, I reminded myself.

I grabbed her elbow, kissed her cheek and greeted my girl with a pounding heart. “Hey.”

“You came.” I received a small peck back. She watched the wall clock over my head. “And pretty early. That’s a great start.”

I shrugged and jammed my hands in my pockets. “Of course. Wouldn’t miss this for the world, Miss Dominguez.”

She shook her head, amused by the name calling.

I looked her up and down. Man, she was a fine piece of art. I twirled her around once, taking the lead now even though she would dominate me in a minute or two. Salsa… what was I thinking.

“You look gorgeous, sweetness.”

She was wobbly on her feet, not what I expected for a professional dancer. “Thanks. You, too.”

I shrugged, pretending as if I hadn’t spent three hundred dollars on new shoes and these freaking pants. “I made some effort,” I said. I brushed my troubled chest.

I barely caught her lashes flutter while she checked me out, and yep, the tingles were back in full force. She took a deep breath through her nose and then checked the room, counting people with her index finger, clapping her hands together when she was finished.

“I see everyone’s here so I suggest we start. But before we do that, I’ll introduce you to my partner.”

She pulled me against her and I had a dopey smile for a second. A threesome of ladies in their sixties—maybe—winked, forgetting about their own partners for a while.

“This is Ares. My stepbrother—”

I explained to her students, “Non-related.” Casting her a side-eye, I added, “Thought that should be made absolutely clear.”

Dita amicably rolled her eyes and hooked her arm around mine. We couldn’t get any closer. And I fucking soared.

She cleared her throat and continued. “I’m going to be honest about it; he owes me. And—no! Be good, Anny, I know what’s going on in that mischievous mind of yours.” Dita scolded Lady Number One playfully. “He owes me, so, here he is, my partner.”

“About damn time,” Anny cheered.

Lady Number Two raised her hand. “I want to know—he’s not just some very cute eye candy, is he? Does he even know how to move, or is he just going to keep staring at you?”

I bit my lower lip and did not withhold a guilty smile. I shot the lady a playful stare. She juicily winked and mouthed, “Busted, young man.”

Dita blushed and shyly glanced at me. “Oh, Greta, he’s mobile. Very mobile.”

I bumped Dita’s hip. Indeed, I am. Take me up on it, sweetness.

“Then let me see him shake that fine butt!” The third lady chimed in, and the entire class hollered, even the dudes they’d partnered up with. Weird.

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