Page 26 of Love is a Dance Step
“Tell me about this class tomorrow.”
She sucked in a breath to calm her heart. “Kids from across town come here after school. We have dance workshops but also crafts, games, and snacks. It’s really great.”
“How many kids do you normally have?”
“Thirty or so.” Lola’s work schedule at her other job had kept her from taking as big a role in the program as she used to.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“We won’t try to convince Lauren to close down for the day.”
Relief rushed through her. “Thank you.”
“We do have another option. It’s not ideal, but do you know who my family is?”
She didn’t understand why he was still talking to her. “Um, yes.” Of course she knew. She loved his family like they were her own.
“My dad runs the Beach Club.”
Her heart rate spiked. Of course, the Beach Club would be plan B, and she just so happened to be working all day tomorrow since she didn’t have Friday classes. “I know the place.”
“It has ballrooms we can use.”
She nodded, unsure what he expected from her.
“Drew?” Lauren called from the doorway to her office.
Drew’s eyes locked onto Lola’s. “Will I see you there?”
She almost choked on a laugh. “What?”
“Are you going to audition?”
Her? Dance with him? She’d given up on her dancing dream a long time ago. “I’m not a dancer.”
“That’s not what I saw.”
“I’m just an instructor here. There’s sure to be plenty enough talent for you to choose from tomorrow.”
He leaned in, his voice dropping. “I’m not only looking for talent.”
Then, what was he looking for? He straightened and flashed her a smile. “You haven’t told me your name.”
Lola shrugged and turned away, not letting herself fall into the depths of his gaze. “What’s the point? You’ll just forget it anyway.” She pulled her keys free of her bag and started walking, hearing the call of the saucy goodness of the enchiladas that would make her life make more sense. If just for a moment.
She thought she imagined it, but two words followed her down the hall. “Not likely.”
* * *
Hadn’t Lola had enough of Stone men lately?
Her bed moving jostled her awake, and she knew who it was without opening her eyes. Only one other person ever came into her room without invitation.
“Go away,” she groaned.
“I’m tired of staying away.” Asher rested his head next to hers, and she opened her eyes.
