Page 7 of Falling for the Werewolf
“You did?”
“Yeah,” she said, walking around the frame. “She’s so beautiful, Jace. Did you do the work yourself?”
“Amos helped,” Jace said modestly, but inside, he was bursting with pride as he opened the passenger door for her. Her appreciation was worth every last minute of work he had poured into the car.
“Thanks,” she said, sliding carefully inside where the interior was just as meticulous as the exterior.
When Jace started the car and she heard the deep rumbling purr of the 289 V-8 Cobra engine, he swore her eyes lit up even more.
“So, we’re going to the senior center, right?” he asked, flicking a quick glance over her way.
“Uh-huh,” she said distractedly, running her fingertips reverently over the restored dash, then the door panels, reminding him of a kid in a candy store.
“Visiting someone there?”
“No, I do some classes.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Some yoga, some dance.”
“Really?” That explained the well-toned body and graceful movements.
“Really.”
“What kind of dance?”
“It varies.” She shrugged. “Belly dancing, Zumba ...”
Jace laughed. “You’re teaching senior citizens how to belly dance and do Zumba?”
“Are you kidding? They love it. It keeps their joints lubricated, and really helps with balance and flexibility.”
“I bet,” he murmured as his mind unhelpfully conjured up all kinds of scenarios that would test the limits of Dani’s flexibility.
When they pulled into the parking lot a few short minutes later, Jace asked Dani to wait while he sprinted around to her side to open the door and help her out of the car.
“Are you always such a gentleman?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
“That depends. Do you like it?”
“Very much,” she said with a shy grin.
“Then for you, yes.”
Dani did that thing with her eyes again, a kind of half-lidded flutter that was submissive and challenging at the same time.
“Thanks for the sweet ride,” she said as they approached the doors.
“My pleasure. Can I give you a ride home when you’re done?”
Something flashed in her eyes—joy?—but she turned away before he could really catch it. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“Dani.” Jace stepped in front of her, effectively blocking the door. “You are not the one asking. I am. May I please give you a ride home?”
Dani considered it for a moment. When she looked at him the blues and greens were swirling wildly in her eyes. He hoped that was a good sign, because he wanted to see a lot more of it. “I would like that very much.”
“Good. I was afraid I would be reduced to begging, and that’s not very manly.”
