Page 21 of Shenanigans

The band broke into a hot Latin Salsa perfect for dancing the Tango.

I handed Tinkerbell’s leash to Jana and smiled at Enrique. “Shall we show Frederick how the Tango is supposed to be done?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Enrique walked out on the dance floor and crooked his finger at me.

I sauntered towards him, putting an extra swing in my hips.

Enrique quick stepped around me.

I heard a yelp and turned.

Enrique was sprawled face down on the grass.

Dutch stalked toward me.

Crap. I retreated.

The asshole followed.

“Go away.”

“No.” With a lightning fast move, Dutch grabbed my right hand, spun me around him and pulled me into a tight embrace.

I tried to break free. “I’m not dancing with you.”

“Yes. You are.” Dutch promenaded me across the dance floor.

“What do you want?”

“The truth.”

“About what?” I jerked away.

Dutch jerked me back. “What were you doing at the warehouse dressed like a nun?”

“Why in the world would I get dressed up like a nun?”

“That’s the million-dollar question. Maybe you like watching men and dogs fight to the death.”

“Listen, asshole, I’m a pet detective. I find lost critters for a living. I would never harm a living creature, but I might make an exception in your case.”

“Is Maria Torrez your client?” Dutch’s large hands skimmed down my back, grabbed my hips and up I went.

"Hey! Bad idea." Really bad idea. My skin heated wherever he touched me, and my girly parts were yelling yee-haw.

Dutch twirled me around his shoulders. “Is Maria your client?”

“Put me down!” I grabbed his bulging biceps for support as he slid me down his body. “Have you lost your mind?”

Dutch dipped me and lowered his head until our lips almost met. “Answer the question.”

“Is this a new interrogation technique?”

“I do whatever it takes to get the job done.”

One second his lips touched mine, the next Dutch slid me between his legs and slowly pulled me back up.

“Is that a banana in your pants or are you just really glad to see me?” I twisted and brought my knee up.

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