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We move easily and his hand is warm at my waist. Warm and strong, holding me steady even as my heart climbs up into my throat every time his palm caresses me.
My eyes stay locked on his and we finish the song, our hands entwined, our bodies twining and following after each other.
We finish the song, my palm on one of his wide shoulders and my other hand cradled in his larger one. He holds me close and a breathless feeling washes over me. I can’t look away from his eyes. The yearning, the hope.
The whole room erupts into loud applause and I shake myself out of the strange hold he has over me.
I dart over to the edge of the dance floor and he follows me slowly, his footsteps thundering on the hardwood floor in time with the pounding of my heart.
“And the second part before you can take your piece of fudge?” The bartender grins sheepishly and holds up a battered piece of mistletoe.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Trace’s voice is harsh and angry. But I don’t even falter. I just grab the dang mistletoe and hold it up while he stares at me.
“Kiss me, dang it!” I snap and he stalks over, staring at me like he doesn’t know who the heck I am.
Then he leans down and kisses my cheek, leaving me wanting those lips on mine more than anything in this world.
The whole bar boos but Trace snarls, “PDA, people! I don’t do that in front of other people.”
Some of the patrons roll their eyes at the two of us but then they go back to their drinking and the band starts playing again.
The bartender grunts. “You two are real pieces of work.” But she pulls out the carefully-packaged fudge and hands it over along with a card.
“Here you go. The card is for a room at the inn because you guys are gonna have a hard time making it out tonight especially because the storm is moving in even as we speak.
Both of us rush over to the door and try to push it open, groaning when it stays shut. With a desperate push, I fall out into a whirling, twirling, icy world of craziness and then rush back inside.
“Yeah. I’m gonna go to the inn and check on a room.”
“I’m right behind you.” I follow behind him and we head into the other part of the building where the rooms are. The desk is a huge wooden monstrosity decorated with ribbons, bows and bells and I love it so much!
Trace grumps and stomps over, smacking a bell that brings the same bartender out to us. “Hello! Can I help you?”
I snigger but Trace glares at me. “We just talked to you. We need a couple of rooms.”
She furiously types on the keyboard and then smiles. “I’m so sorry. We’ve only got one room. Would you like that one?”
I groan silently but nod my head even as Trace stares up at the ceiling like he’s praying for…well, something. I’m not sure what. Maybe patience. Maybe another room to open up all of a sudden. Like a magic trick or something.
“We’ll take it,” I say.
Trace keeps grumbling under his breath and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know what he’s saying.
She hands me the keys since Trace is glaring at them like they’re poisonous. “Have a nice night.”
“Thank you,” I say politely and try to avoid looking at the big man stomping beside me.
The man I’m gonna be stuck in a room with for at least one night. The same man that I’m struggling to keep at a distance.
Well, that’s all blown to heck and back. I don’t know what to do now except pray that this storm ends quickly.
And we don’t kill each other.
CHAPTER6
Trace
She’s taking a shower and I can hear it running in the other room. I can’t stop my unruly thoughts and I want to wash my brain out with soap.
