expensive. I can’t imagine a parent who could afford to feed a ravenous teenager crates of fish and crab legs every day.”
“No.” He shook his head, mirth playing over his features and giving them an endearing, youthful appearance. “We caught our food.”
“Oh. So, where’d you grow up?”
“Just outside of Sydney.”
“Australia?”
“No, Nova Scotia.” He slung an arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer.
It felt nice, cuddling like that. Warm, and secure. She rested against him, almost forgetting what they were talking about. “Oh, I didn’t know there was a Sydney, Nova Scotia.”
“It’s on the north-eastern tip. It’s the most beautiful place. Would you like to visit there sometime?”
Wow! Was he inviting her home to meet mom? Already? “Sure.” She tried hard to hide the excitement in her voice. “That would be nice. I’ve never been to Canada—I mean, I’ve been to Windsor and Niagara Falls, but that’s it.”
“We’ll go, then. Soon.” He stood and helped her out of the cozy booth. “Now, let’s go dance.”
Funny, suddenly she was more in the mood for a quiet evening at home. “We don’t have to.”
“Nope. You wanted to go dancing, so let’s go. I have a friend who owns a place down the street. They play great music. I think you’ll like it.” He led her through the crowded dining room—the entire place was packed! A few waiters and hostesses gave them a smile and nod of recognition as they passed. She felt a million eyes on her as he guided her outside with a hot hand at the base of her spine.
The cool air outside was a welcome relief from the heat running through her body. That simple, innocent touch was stirring all kinds of thoughts, and those thoughts were raising her core body temperature by the second.
“Would you like to walk? It’s just up the street.”
“Sure.” Anything to cool off . If this dance bar was anything like the ones she frequented with her friends, it would be loud, wall-to-wall with people, and unbearably hot, and hot was one thing she didn’t need.
Why were they even going?
Sure enough, they stopped at a nightclub with a line of people wrapping around the outside of the building. Yet, as she’d already come to expect, they were treated like royalty and let in without a word.
The club’s inside was very dark, almost too dark. Neon signs glared from every wall, directing people to the bathrooms, bar, and so forth. The interior was crowded, a sea of bodies and faces, but it seemed to part as Josh stepped in front of her to lead the way. She gripped his hand as if her life depended on it.
Somehow, they wove through the crowd and entered another room. This one was huge, black, with high ceilings and flashing lights. A sunken dance floor was below, with writhing, gyrating dancers filling every square inch of space. Some kind of techno pop she’d never heard blasted from every angle, making her ears scream in protest.
“Well? What do you think?” Josh shouted.
“It’s pretty neat.”
“Want to dance?”
“Sure.” The music had a nice steady bass that would be easy to follow. It pounded through her whole body, thanks to the eardrum-shattering volume. She followed Josh to the under-lit dance floor where he found a square foot or so of space at the front of the floor, near the DJ’s booth.
The DJ, a dark guy with some wild looking long hair, waved at Josh and shot him a friendly smile. Obviously Josh was a regular there, or the DJ was the owner-friend Josh had mentioned.
Didn’t matter. All that mattered at the moment was the heavy bass thrumming through her body and the man standing next to her. Josh caught her waist, pulled her against him until they were obscenely close—not a bad thing at all, thanks to his hard-on—and started moving…
Completely out-of-sync from the music…and not at all in the smooth, dignified way he did everything else. By God, he was a bad dancer. The worst she’d ever seen.
Her heart
“No.” He shook his head, mirth playing over his features and giving them an endearing, youthful appearance. “We caught our food.”
“Oh. So, where’d you grow up?”
“Just outside of Sydney.”
“Australia?”
“No, Nova Scotia.” He slung an arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer.
It felt nice, cuddling like that. Warm, and secure. She rested against him, almost forgetting what they were talking about. “Oh, I didn’t know there was a Sydney, Nova Scotia.”
“It’s on the north-eastern tip. It’s the most beautiful place. Would you like to visit there sometime?”
Wow! Was he inviting her home to meet mom? Already? “Sure.” She tried hard to hide the excitement in her voice. “That would be nice. I’ve never been to Canada—I mean, I’ve been to Windsor and Niagara Falls, but that’s it.”
“We’ll go, then. Soon.” He stood and helped her out of the cozy booth. “Now, let’s go dance.”
Funny, suddenly she was more in the mood for a quiet evening at home. “We don’t have to.”
“Nope. You wanted to go dancing, so let’s go. I have a friend who owns a place down the street. They play great music. I think you’ll like it.” He led her through the crowded dining room—the entire place was packed! A few waiters and hostesses gave them a smile and nod of recognition as they passed. She felt a million eyes on her as he guided her outside with a hot hand at the base of her spine.
The cool air outside was a welcome relief from the heat running through her body. That simple, innocent touch was stirring all kinds of thoughts, and those thoughts were raising her core body temperature by the second.
“Would you like to walk? It’s just up the street.”
“Sure.” Anything to cool off . If this dance bar was anything like the ones she frequented with her friends, it would be loud, wall-to-wall with people, and unbearably hot, and hot was one thing she didn’t need.
Why were they even going?
Sure enough, they stopped at a nightclub with a line of people wrapping around the outside of the building. Yet, as she’d already come to expect, they were treated like royalty and let in without a word.
The club’s inside was very dark, almost too dark. Neon signs glared from every wall, directing people to the bathrooms, bar, and so forth. The interior was crowded, a sea of bodies and faces, but it seemed to part as Josh stepped in front of her to lead the way. She gripped his hand as if her life depended on it.
Somehow, they wove through the crowd and entered another room. This one was huge, black, with high ceilings and flashing lights. A sunken dance floor was below, with writhing, gyrating dancers filling every square inch of space. Some kind of techno pop she’d never heard blasted from every angle, making her ears scream in protest.
“Well? What do you think?” Josh shouted.
“It’s pretty neat.”
“Want to dance?”
“Sure.” The music had a nice steady bass that would be easy to follow. It pounded through her whole body, thanks to the eardrum-shattering volume. She followed Josh to the under-lit dance floor where he found a square foot or so of space at the front of the floor, near the DJ’s booth.
The DJ, a dark guy with some wild looking long hair, waved at Josh and shot him a friendly smile. Obviously Josh was a regular there, or the DJ was the owner-friend Josh had mentioned.
Didn’t matter. All that mattered at the moment was the heavy bass thrumming through her body and the man standing next to her. Josh caught her waist, pulled her against him until they were obscenely close—not a bad thing at all, thanks to his hard-on—and started moving…
Completely out-of-sync from the music…and not at all in the smooth, dignified way he did everything else. By God, he was a bad dancer. The worst she’d ever seen.
Her heart
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