While Thomas and Dave concentrated on the tree, Brett started hanging the garlands.
Pat moved across to the sound system and turned on some Christmas music.
Hannah smiled.I believe in Santa Clauswas one of her favorite songs. As she helped Thomas and Dave with the lights, she hummed along with Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton.
“Nice dance moves, Miss Williams.” Brett’s deep voice was full of amusement.
Hannah grinned and stopped swaying. “I couldn’t help myself. I love this song.” She sighed when she heard the next carol. “This is one of my favorite Christmas albums.”
Pat nodded to Brett. “I know someone who can two-step his way around a dance floor better than most.”
Brett looked at Hannah.
She grinned back. While she’d been shopping in Bozeman, she’d decided to stop worrying so much. Brett had kissed her and she’d kissed him. It wasn’t as if they’d decided to spend the rest of their lives together. A kiss was a kiss. Even if it did feel incredibly good.
Thomas took the Christmas lights out of her hands. “Show Brett how a real cowgirl dances, Hannah.”
She laughed at the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I’m not a cowgirl.”
“You could be an honorary cowgirl,” Dave said. “Just for tonight.”
Hannah smiled at Brett. “What do you say, boss?”
The wariness in his gaze disappeared. He smiled and Hannah’s heart pounded.
He held out his hand. “I learned from the best two-stepper this side of the Rockies.”
“Really?” Hannah looked over her shoulder at Pat. “Was he a quick learner?”
Pat’s eyes gleamed. “The quickest I’ve ever met.”
Brett’s hand wrapped around hers. “You wouldn’t be stalling, would you?”
She held onto his waist and smiled. “No, but I am waiting to be impressed.”
The first notes of,I’ll be home with bells on,filled the living room.
Brett looked into her eyes and grinned. “Hold on tight, Miss Williams.”
And before she’d taken another breath, they were two-stepping their way around the room. When the song came to an end, Brett held her even closer and dipped her backward.
Hannah laughed, then bowed when Thomas, Dave, and Pat started clapping. She hadn’t been this happy in a long time.
“Are you impressed?” Brett asked.
When she looked into his eyes, her smile disappeared. Her gaze dropped to his mouth and a deep, dangerous longing rushed through her body.
Brett’s soft groan sent goose bumps skittering along her skin.
His hand tightened on her waist. “We need to talk.”
Talking was the last thing she wanted to do, but if it meant spending time alone with him, she’d spend all night talking.
He held her hand and looked at Pat. “We’re getting the rest of the decorations. We’ll be back soon.”
“Don’t rush,” he said. “I’ll help the boys.”
Hannah took a deep breath. There was only one thing she was worried about—if Pat was helping Thomas and Dave, who would help her?
