Page 29 of Twister's Salvation
“What are you doing?”she asked.
I didn’t know.I was just going with it.
I held out my hand.“Dance with me.”
Her eyebrows lifted.“We’re closed.”
I looked around the empty bar.“Yeah.And?”
She didn’t move.
“Dance with me,” I repeated, firmer.
“Twister,” she started like she was going to say no.
I didn’t give her the chance.I stepped forward, wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her close.
She came willingly.
“It’s just a dance, Tempi,” I whispered.
She relaxed against me.Her head tilted up, and her hand rested on my chest.We swayed to the rhythm as her body fit perfectly against mine.The world faded.There was only the music, her warmth, and the steady beat of my heart that was suddenly thudding like a war drum.
“How did you find my playlist?”she asked softly.
“You labeled it Tempi, doll.Pretty easy to find.”
She laughed, and the sound curled around me.“You’re about to see how much I love Halestorm.”
“Does that mean you’re gonna dance with me for longer than one song?”
She didn’t answer.Just leaned into me.
The song ended.
The next one started.
A little more upbeat, a little more rock.I’m Not an Angel.
“What song is this?”I asked.
“I’m Not an Angel,” she murmured.
We kept swaying.Closer now.Slower.Her cheek brushed against my shoulder, and my hand slid lower on her back.
“The next one,” she whispered, “we’re not gonna be able to dance to.”
“Oh yeah?”I smirked.“Why not?”
She tilted her head up and smiled.“I’ll let you find out on your own.”
Sure enough, the momentI’m Not an Angelfaded out, a heavy drumbeat kicked in.
I laughed.“Yeah, pretty sure headbanging is the only thing we could do to this one.”
Tempi grinned, lifted her hand, and flashed the rock and roll horns.“The Steeple’s one of my favorites,” she said.
“Got a little rock and roll in you, huh?”I murmured.“I like it.”
