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lessons for journeys you will take throughout your life.”
She knew there was a double meaning there, but she didn’t know how to address it, so she tried to make a joke instead. “I’m going to warn you that I’ve never danced in such a formal fashion before, and I can’t be responsible for your toes.”
“I appreciate the warning, but I have the feeling you’ll do just fine. Now put this hand on my shoulder and take my other hand like this,” he said.
The usual tremors racked her body. She tried to ignore them — unsuccessfully.
“I’m really not a musical kind of person.”
“Upbringing plays a big part in that, I believe. I took lessons in playing several instruments. My favorite was probably the violin.”
“You play the violin?” she asked, and her resistance faded a bit more as he swept her across the floor, his eyes focused on her, his body pressed lightly to hers.
“I’m hardly an expert, but…yes,” he said with a slight growl as he pulled her tightly against him for just a moment before pushing back and turning her in a slow spin. “Now focus a little more so my toes will survive.”
They circled the dance floor for the next hour, and Whitney was surprised to find herself making fewer and fewer mistakes as she learned first a simple dance and a more complicated one, and without any harm to his toes.
“A lot has been different around here since your arrival,” Liam said.
Did he consider this good or bad? She had to wonder.
“I hope I haven’t been causing too much trouble,” she finally murmured.
“Trouble is exactly what you’re causing,” he said before stopping and looking into her eyes. “I’m thinking that we might never let you leave.” He spun her in a fast circle, taking her breath away.
“I don’t think you’d be allowed to lock me away,” she said once her head also stopped spinning
“Don’t be too hasty. You know what ‘they’ say about assumptions.”
“I wouldn’t do well locked away from the rest of the world. How would I ever be able to dance then, especially since I’m getting so good at it?” she said. Their banter was making her down her guard even further.
“That would be a true tragedy — you’re obviously so good at dancing around things.”
“You’re a very good teacher,” she told him.
He pulled her a bit closer, and those butterflies in her stomach went off in an uproar.
“I couldn’t teach someone who was unwilling to learn,” he finally said, and it took her a moment to remember what they were talking about.
But the music stopped playing, and it was time for Ally to have her piano lesson. Whitney’s moment with Liam was broken, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she gave him a look that had him gazing back at her suspiciously. “What are you up to, Ms. Steele?” he asked warily.
“How about I teach you a few of my dance moves?”
“I suspect that’s not something I want to learn.”
“Oh, my goodness, let down your hair for a few moments and allow yourself to have some fun.” Whitney walked over to the MP3, and switched the music to one of her nephew’s hip-hop songs She turned back toward Liam and chuckled quietly to herself over the horrified look on his face.
“You can do this. It’s very easy, really. You just move your hips to the beat,” she told him, and she started swaying her body in a way that had a new light shining in his eyes.
He looked at her for a moment longer, and then grabbed his shirt, untucking it, and he joined her in what wouldn’t count as the greatest attempt at hip-hop dancing known to man, or woman.
A few songs later, though, they were both laughing and sweaty, and she was having more fun than she had experienced since the moment she’d lost her sister. Then he grabbed her hands and swung her under his arm, and they did a blend of waltz and hip-hop, neither of them aware of the rest of the world.
When he dropped to the floor and attempted a hip thrust Whitney
She knew there was a double meaning there, but she didn’t know how to address it, so she tried to make a joke instead. “I’m going to warn you that I’ve never danced in such a formal fashion before, and I can’t be responsible for your toes.”
“I appreciate the warning, but I have the feeling you’ll do just fine. Now put this hand on my shoulder and take my other hand like this,” he said.
The usual tremors racked her body. She tried to ignore them — unsuccessfully.
“I’m really not a musical kind of person.”
“Upbringing plays a big part in that, I believe. I took lessons in playing several instruments. My favorite was probably the violin.”
“You play the violin?” she asked, and her resistance faded a bit more as he swept her across the floor, his eyes focused on her, his body pressed lightly to hers.
“I’m hardly an expert, but…yes,” he said with a slight growl as he pulled her tightly against him for just a moment before pushing back and turning her in a slow spin. “Now focus a little more so my toes will survive.”
They circled the dance floor for the next hour, and Whitney was surprised to find herself making fewer and fewer mistakes as she learned first a simple dance and a more complicated one, and without any harm to his toes.
“A lot has been different around here since your arrival,” Liam said.
Did he consider this good or bad? She had to wonder.
“I hope I haven’t been causing too much trouble,” she finally murmured.
“Trouble is exactly what you’re causing,” he said before stopping and looking into her eyes. “I’m thinking that we might never let you leave.” He spun her in a fast circle, taking her breath away.
“I don’t think you’d be allowed to lock me away,” she said once her head also stopped spinning
“Don’t be too hasty. You know what ‘they’ say about assumptions.”
“I wouldn’t do well locked away from the rest of the world. How would I ever be able to dance then, especially since I’m getting so good at it?” she said. Their banter was making her down her guard even further.
“That would be a true tragedy — you’re obviously so good at dancing around things.”
“You’re a very good teacher,” she told him.
He pulled her a bit closer, and those butterflies in her stomach went off in an uproar.
“I couldn’t teach someone who was unwilling to learn,” he finally said, and it took her a moment to remember what they were talking about.
But the music stopped playing, and it was time for Ally to have her piano lesson. Whitney’s moment with Liam was broken, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she gave him a look that had him gazing back at her suspiciously. “What are you up to, Ms. Steele?” he asked warily.
“How about I teach you a few of my dance moves?”
“I suspect that’s not something I want to learn.”
“Oh, my goodness, let down your hair for a few moments and allow yourself to have some fun.” Whitney walked over to the MP3, and switched the music to one of her nephew’s hip-hop songs She turned back toward Liam and chuckled quietly to herself over the horrified look on his face.
“You can do this. It’s very easy, really. You just move your hips to the beat,” she told him, and she started swaying her body in a way that had a new light shining in his eyes.
He looked at her for a moment longer, and then grabbed his shirt, untucking it, and he joined her in what wouldn’t count as the greatest attempt at hip-hop dancing known to man, or woman.
A few songs later, though, they were both laughing and sweaty, and she was having more fun than she had experienced since the moment she’d lost her sister. Then he grabbed her hands and swung her under his arm, and they did a blend of waltz and hip-hop, neither of them aware of the rest of the world.
When he dropped to the floor and attempted a hip thrust Whitney
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