“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” she said. “I have two left feet.”
“You know what your problem is, darlin’?” Shaw asked.
She had so many she didn’t know which one to choose. Shoot Should she just choose one and hope for the best?
“Is it that I’m not very smart?”
Shaw paused and when he turned to stare at her, his face was filled with thunder. “What did you just say?”
“Or is that I’m a bit of a coward? Because I’m definitely that,” she said quickly.
His face seemed to grow even angrier.
Shoot.
What did he want her to tell him? She wished he would give her a clue.
“Or maybe it’s that I’m a bit boring. I don’t have anything interesting to say.”
Shaw was just gaping at her at this stage.
“What the fuck?” he whispered.
Well, to be honest, she couldn’t actually hear him over the music. That’s just what she thought he said.
“What did you just say?”
“Um, you asked what was wrong with me,” she pointed out.
“No, darlin’. I said do you know what your problem is. And I was going to tell you that your problem is that you think too much. However, now I think that you have another problem. Who told you all of those things?”
Oh shoot.
Why did she talk so much?
It had to be the orange juice’s fault, it had loosened her tongue.
“No one,” she said. “I was just joking with you.”
“If you’re in trouble, I will help you,” he told her.
Wow.
There was no way that he could know what those words meant to her, and she could feel herself starting to well up.
“Thank you, but I’m fine.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “Now, why don’t I believe you? I should probably take a leaf out of Tucker’s book and kidnap you.”
“What?” she squeaked, taking a step back.
Reaching out, he grasped hold of her wrist. “Or I could take a leaf out of Remington’s book and tie you up. Fairly certain several of my brothers like to do that.”
She shook her head.
“You are none of those things, darlin’. And you shouldn’t let anyone tell you that.”
She cleared her throat. “Thank you.”
