Page 77 of Love is a Dance Step
He suppressed a grin as he pulled one of his cards free. “Draw four.” He set it down. “Red.”
A scowl marred her perfect features, and she muttered something in Spanish.
“Why do you do that?” He met her gaze as he stretched out on his side.
“Do what?”
“Whenever you’re annoyed or angry, you switch to Spanish, but I never hear you speaking it at other times.”
Her smile fell. “Well, my mom always wanted me to speak it around the house. She was afraid I’d forget where I came from, but I was born in Florida. I’ve never even been to Mexico. So, I mostly spoke Spanish when I fought with her. The language feels like it has more meaning, more emphasis than English. It’s a language of…”
“Emotion,” he finished for her.
A small smile tilted her lips. “Yeah.”
He leaned forward on the bed, lifting his hand to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips skimming the soft skin of her cheek.
She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “Drew.”
“What made you come here tonight?” He needed to know. Had she come for rock star Drew Stone? Or for him, just him?
“I just really like Uno.” She gave him an impish grin and set her cards aside before picking up the rest of the cards from between them and reaching across him to put them on the bedside table. She didn’t return to her place at the bottom of the bed, instead sitting up to look down at him. “When we dance, Drew, I feel you, every part of you. Does that even make sense? I couldn’t get the dances right with Nolan or Noah, but with you, it’s…”
“Easy.”
She nodded. “It’s like my body responds to yours. And tonight, when I wanted to celebrate my first show as your partner, the only person I wanted to see was you.” She put a hand on his chest. “You make me feel like I can do anything. I can dance in front of thousands or show up at a rock star’s hotel room in the middle of the night.”
He laughed and sat up to face her, holding her hand against his chest. “Lo, you can show up at my room any time, but you don’t need me to give you courage. You have that all on your own.”
“Don’t call me Lo. Please.” She artfully ignored his compliment as she scrunched her nose.
“Why not?” He’d heard Nolan doing it, but something told him he wasn’t going to like her answer.
She dropped her hand and leaned back away from him. “Erm… because your brother does, and that’s kinda weird.”
The mention of Asher was like a bucket of cold water splashing him in the face. A question rose up that Drew hadn’t wanted to consider.
What if she was using him as a replacement for Asher?
One Stone brother for another.
And if she was, he’d let her. Because now that he’d had one taste, he couldn’t imagine not kissing those lips again.
* * *
The next morning Drew woke up alone. Disappointment surged through him, but he knew it was for the best. No one could find Lola in his room. They couldn’t know he counted down the seconds until he could see her again.
What if last night had all been a dream? A vacation from their realities that couldn’t last.
The tour had a small break before the next concert, and they’d stay in D.C. for four days, but just because he didn’t have a concert didn’t mean Drew had more free time.
A knock sounded on his door right on schedule. Nine AM. He stumbled from his bed and opened the door to find the two women who would force him into a suit in eight hours.
Melanie and Piper breezed past him into the room.
Piper pressed a coffee cup into his hand.
Drew rubbed his face. “I thought you didn’t do coffee runs, Pipes.”
