Page 98 of Forbidden Dance
Blitz pulls me close to him and presses my head to his chest. He smells like expensive clothes and aftershave. I want to get lost in the smell, forget what I’ve just told him. It’s unbearable, waiting for him to say something.
“Do you want to get her back?” he asks quietly. “I can call my lawyer.”
I pull away to look him in the eye. “No,” I say. “Gwen is a wonderful mother. I would never do that to her.”
He nods. “Okay. Then I see we’ll really have to stay in San Antonio.” He puts his arm around me, and we head for the doors. “Gwen could probably use some help. Let’s see if she’ll let us have some private lessons with her very beautiful, very talented daughter.”
My eyes smart from tears as we head out into the chilly evening and walk to his red Ferrari. This man gets me. All the way.
“Let’s do that,” I tell him. “I’ll bring it up to her next week.”
“Until then,” he says, “let’s go back to the hotel. There has got to be some part of you I haven’t yet memorized.”
I laugh, and he lifts me up to cradle against his chest.
I kick my legs, the pale purple tights of my recital costume a blur as I try to escape.
“Don’t even try it, my princess, my sugar plum fairy, my love,” he says. “Because now that I’ve got you, there is no way I’m ever letting you go.”
He sets me down in the parking lot of my favorite place, the Dreamcatcher Dance Academy. I glance back at it as he opens the door. My life changed at this place. And it’s only going to get better from here.
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