Dance Like Nobody's Watching (Summer Lake 3)

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thrilled.
    He knew she liked to read the Sunday morning
papers and usually made a big breakfast whenever they didn't eat at
the restaurant. “Course I will.”
    “Oh, Dan! You really are my hero. I was
thinking I'd give it a miss this morning. I just need to laze around
here and do nothing, not even go into town.”
    He grinned. “Then why don't you do that? Put
your feet up and I'll go get us papers and breakfast.” He stood
up and she joined him, throwing her arms around his neck. Oh, man! He
couldn't help it. He buried his face in her hair. She smelled like
the beach and sunshine. She felt soft and warm through the silky
robe. He ran his hands down her back ’til they closed around
her ass cheeks. They felt just as good as they looked, round and
firm. He ground his hips into her and heard her sigh. He needed
to.... No! He shouldn't. He lifted his head. She looked up at him,
her breath coming fast as she clung to his shoulders. It was obvious
she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Disappointment spread across
her face when he brought his hands back up to her waist.
    “We shouldn't, should we?”
    He shook his head sadly. “We could, but we'd
regret it, and I'd hate that.”
    She nodded and stepped away from him. “Me
too.” She seemed to sway, then braced herself against the wall.
He was back at her side in an instant.
    “Miss, are you alright?”
    “I think so.”
    He led her back to her chair and she sat down. She
gave him a weak smile. “You made me all dizzy.”
    He frowned. “I don't think it was me. You
look pale. Do you feel okay? Should I get a doctor?”
    “No, honey. It's nothing. I'm fine now. You
know sometimes how it feels when you stand up too quick? It was just
like that.”
    “Are you sure? Can I get you anything?”
    She smiled. “I'm sure. No need to worry. I'm
fine. The only things I need are the ones you already offered to get,
breakfast and the papers. I just need a good rest and that is what
today is all about.”
    Dan wasn't convinced. “Will you be okay if I
go out?”
    “Of course I will.”
    “How about we at least get you comfortable
on the sofa, instead of sitting here?”
    “Look at you! I'd never have guessed you
were the caregiver type.”
    “If I'm going to be your hero, I need to get
my act together and figure out how to do this kind of thing.”
    He was surprised when she frowned. “You
don't have to figure anything out. I like you just the way you are!”
    He didn't know what to say to that, so instead he
asked, “What would you like for breakfast?”
    She didn't even pull him up for the abrupt change
of topic. “I'd love a full Boathouse breakfast, the works. That
should give me my strength back.”
    Dan laughed. “Do you have hollow legs? I
have no idea how someone your size can eat that huge breakfast
mountain, but you always manage it.”
    “It's not hollow legs, I keep it all in the
trunk, as you just noticed.”
    He grinned. “In that case, please don't ever
stop eating those huge breakfasts.”
    ***
    Dan jogged down the street. When Jack had sent him
that home gym as a birthday present, he'd thought it was a bit of a
joke. He wasn't exactly the sporty type. But he'd really gotten into
it and he'd started running again too. He'd run cross-country as a
kid and had forgotten how much he enjoyed it. It gave his life
another dimension, which he had to admit, he'd needed. This morning's
run wasn't about staying in shape though. It was about getting back
to Missy as soon as possible. He was concerned. She'd looked so small
and pale when he'd left her on the sofa. Even though she smiled and
reassured him, he'd hated to leave her like that. He would have
driven if he'd had his Jeep here. That was the only drawback to
flying up—it left him without transport.
    As he ran, he took in the neighborhood. It was a
great little town. Being here was like going back in time. Neat
little yards fronted the sidewalks, lawn mowers buzzed, people walked
dogs, kids played ball

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