Page 166 of Passion at the Lake

“You owe me a dance,” he insisted. “Now.”

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Fifteen minutes later,I was snuggled against him in the middle of the crowd, swaying to the music at The Peanut Barrel for the second time tonight.

He pulled my chin up, and the fire was back in his eyes. He gently stroked a tendril of hair behind my ear, lighting an urge deep within me to have more of his touch. “Do you remember when you told me there were three words I could only say if we were dancing or something?”

I nodded, recalling my words exactly.

“I love you, Angel.” He kissed my forehead again. He’d brought me back here to say the words, I’d berated him for. It was sweet beyond belief.

“I love you too,” I answered before jumping up and wrapping my legs around him.

He held me and kissed me senseless as the words of the song fell away and all I could hear in my head were his three words. I’d almost screwed it up, but my man still loved me.

My knight in shining armor had been waiting for me to arrive in town, and Lancelot’s name was Boone Benson, of all people. He’d saved me from the dragon called Kevin. Maybe fairy tales could come true.

When the song ended, we finally came up for air, and he set me down.

My free hand splayed across his chest. The feel of his heart thrumming under my palm was an aphrodisiac in its own right. I added mischief to my smile. “You know, they say make-up sex is hot.”

“Really?” His hand came up my side and a thumb grazed the underside of my boob. “I have a nice big bed back at the house.”

I took a handful of the Butt God’s best attribute and squeezed. “They already think we had sex in the ladies’ room, and it’s closer.”

“They do, don’t they…”

“I bet Pris would guard the door for us.”

Boone steered us toward the corner where Pris was leaned over the pool table.

CHAPTER47

Boone (One week later)

A week later,Angela was beside me as we walked the final two blocks to Clear Lake’s rundown police station.

“My dad called yesterday,” she said.

“From prison?” I asked with more frost in my voice than I meant.

“He wants me to send him money.”

I didn’t say anything, because it wasn’t for me to decide.

“I know he was behind the arrest thing back then so…any advice?”

“Nope,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. I could hate the guy, but to her, he was Dad.

We walked the next block in silence, her hand warm in mine. That always helped my mood, even more than the bright sunshine this morning.

“You know, I’m a big girl. I can do this on my own.”

“That’s not fucking happening.”

She didn’t give up. “You said your dad wanted you all to keep a low profile with the Pollocks. I don’t have your name, so if I go in alone, it won’t have feud implications.”

I pulled her to a stop. “Logical, but not the point.” I grasped her shoulders and stared into those light blue eyes. “Are we a couple or not?”

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