Page 132 of Dance of Defiance
My fiancée laughs, turning to look at me. “Can’t say I know that one.”
“Because of what a romantic charmer he is,” Val grins. “A reallover, this one.”
I turn to level a cold, brittle smile at him. He just beams back.
“Romance, did you know that your girl is ahugeballet fan?”
“I’ve heard,” I say through grit teeth as my venomous gaze drags back to him.
“Roman!”
Evie comes skipping down the aisle, already out of her dance gear, a huge grin on her face. I give her a big hug as she slams into me.
“How was…?”
She pulls away, beaming. “Great. Tell you later.”
She turns to Dasha. “I’m so glad you came by today! Sorry for our artistic director. She’s…”
“Russian?” Dasha says with a light laugh.
“Very,” Evie giggles.
“Hey, if you’re not busy right now…” Dasha shrugs. “Can I buy you a drink or something? To say thanks for inviting me to rehearsal today?”
My sister looks like she’s on cloud nine. “Yeah! I’d love to—” Then she winces as turns to me. “I…”
“Go. Have fun,” I smile.
“You came all the way here…”
“Which wasn’t a big deal at all.”
Dasha glances at me. “Sure you don’t mind if I steal her?”
“Please do.”
She smiles at me. “Okay, thanks.” She turns, and I watch with poison in my eyes as she throws her arms around Val and gives him a big hug. “And thankyouso much for being my tour guide today!”
Val looks right at me as he wraps his arms around her. “Mypleasure.”
My temple throbs.
Dasha and my sister take off, then I’m standing there alone with the fucker.
“I have a confession.”
I'm still seething as I turn to him. “What.”
Then I’m gasping in surprise as he steps right into my personal space. I step away again and then jolt when I feel empty air beneath my foot. I've almost backed clean off the stage. Val’s hand shoots out, grabbing my shirt and yanking me upright.
“Thanks,” I mumble, turning scarlet.
“Someone’s gotta watch out for you, wreckage.”
I blush even more as I look away. “What was your confession,” I grunt.
“Green looksgoodon you.”
