Page 50 of Fraud
The only thing on my mind was the beautiful girl next to me and exactly how I was going to keep from falling in love with her.
By the time we got to the restaurant, I was more relaxed than I’d been in days.
That was, until we walked through the door.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, seeing the massive crowd of dancers in the middle.
Kate turned to me, her teeth digging into that pouty pink lip of hers. “Sorry, I forgot they have a live band here on Fridays. We can go somewhere else,” she offered. “I’m not much of a dancer either.”
I shook my head, leaning into her. “No, it’s fine. You said they had the best Mexican food in town.”
“It’s true!”
“So, lead the way,” I instructed.
She pulled my hand toward the hostess, who happily seated us away from the dance floor. Although it was a lively restaurant, the music wasn’t so bad. It had a good beat and definitely got people moving.
Excluding myself.
“So, you don’t dance?” Kate asked after we were handed our menus.
“No, definitely not,” I replied, checking out the beer selection.
“I’m sensing there’s a story buried in those words?”
I grinned. “Isn’t there always?”
“Oh, come on!” she begged. “I’ll tell you a secret about me.”
I arched my brow. “Oh, really? Do tell.”
Her lips pursed together. She must have thought of a good one because her cheeks suddenly went red. “Okay, but not yet.”
“Well, that’s hardly fair.”
Holding up her hands, she promised, “I swear, I’ll tell you. I just need a little liquor to get the words flowing first.”
That intrigued me. Maybe getting this secret out of her was going to be easier than I’d imagined.
“Okay,” I agreed. “But you promise not to laugh?”
“Absolutely not.” She grinned.
“Fine. But you might think differently of me when this is all said and done.”
She rolled her eyes. “Would you stop stalling?”
I sighed. “When I was little, my mom took my younger brother and me to Broadway. I don’t remember the exact production, but it had a lot of dancing.”
“Most Broadway plays do,” she said.
“Anyway,” I went on, “being all of six years old, I thought it was the coolest thing I’d ever seen.
“You asked for lessons, didn’t you?” she guessed.
“Who’s telling this story?” I laughed.
“It’s not a very good one.” She smiled.
