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gaze making him feel uncomfortable. “I’m good.”
    “Good,” Lexi answers.
    “Do you want a plate?” I huff.
    “No, no,” she sighs. “I was only stopping by for a moment. I wanted to borrow your red dress.”
    “You still have the black one you borrowed last month,” I point out.
    “No offense, Demi, but it’s not like you’re wearing them anywhere.”
    I glare at her, but she does have a point. “Go and get it,” I groan.
    She winks at Connor before rushing upstairs to scour my closet. “I’m sorry, Connor. I know she can be a bit . . . intense.”
    “No worries. I kind of enjoy the back and forth between you two.”
    “I’m sure we’re very entertaining.”
    Lexi flies back into the kitchen and grabs my hand. “Walk me out Demi. Bye, Connor. It was good seeing you again!”
    “Bye,” Connor yells as we push through the screen door.
    “What?” I snatch my hand from hers.
    When she turns on me, her eyes are narrowed. “What was going on in there?”
    “We’re having dinner, Lexi.”
    “And he’s shirtless . . .”
    “He got sauce on his shirt.” I shake my head dismissively. “Is this why you dragged me out here?”
    “Things looked . . . cozy,” she notes giving me a wicked smile.
    “It’s just a friendly dinner.”
    “Riggghhttt . . .”
    “Okay.” I mumble and kiss her chastely on the cheek. I know Connor is waiting to finish dinner, and I have no inclination to stand out here all night and argue with her. “Have fun tonight.”
    “You too big sister,” she laughs as I stomp back up the stairs.
    After we finish eating, we set about clearing the table and the counters. Connor begins washing the dishes as I wipe down the sauce that splattered on stove.
    “I made a huge mess, didn’t I?” he snorts as I toss the sponge on the back of the sink. I can’t stop myself from letting my eyes graze over his exposed chest and abs. I want so badly to get closer and inspect each tattoo, trace them with my fingers. But if Connor notices my intrigue with his body and body art, he doesn’t let on, which I’m grateful for.
    “Things just got a little out of hand,” I laugh. Yanking a dishtowel out of the drawer next to me, I join him at the sink and begin drying what he’s washed. The jukebox is clicking as the record changes and after a few moments, Hey, Baby by Bruce Channel begins to play.
    Connor raises his head as he listens for a moment. “ Dirty Dancing ?”
    I can’t help laughing. “Yeah, it’s in Dirty Dancing . I love that movie.”
    “Patrick Swayze was boss,” Connor notes.
    “I can’t believe he’s gone,” I sigh. “All I ever wanted was to be Baby.”
    We continue doing the dishes, and before I know it we’re swaying side to side as we stand next to each other. It’s a moment before either of us realizes we’re doing it. When we do, we both bust out laughing, but Connor surprises me. He grabs my hand with his soapy one and pulls me to him. Warm water drips down my arm, from where our hands are joined, tickling my skin, but I don’t pull away. My back arches as instinct tells me to move closer to him, but Connor holds me steady, preventing it. There’s space between our bodies as we move, but we’re both smiling. I can’t remember the last time I danced. Feels like it’s been a million years. As we move, my gaze follows the thick vein that runs up his arm and the one that runs from his neck to the back part of his jaw. Connor sings the words and twirls me a few times before he lets me go.
    Still smiling, he turns back to the dishes. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
    I like this playful side of him. He looks so dangerous and rough on the outside, but he’s quite funny and easy going. “That was fun. You’re a good dancer,” I note, as I take the dish he’s just washed and dry it. “I can’t remember the last time I even danced.”
    “Well, there weren’t many dance offs where I’ve been for the last eight years,” he jokes.