She raised her drink and touched it to the edge of his glass.“Kudos to your mother.She knew what a woman wants.So many men don’t even bother to learn how to dance.”Her cheeks flushed, and she stepped away from him.“But that’s not enough to make me want to marry a stranger.Although it puts you right up there in my books.”
“Didn’t your fiancé take you dancing?”Chase asked.
“Never.He didn’t have a rhythmic bone in his body.”She snorted.“He even refused to take a lesson to be ready for the first dance at our wedding.”
“Not the man for you,” Chase said.“You’re a natural dancer.Did you take lessons?”
She nodded.“My mother had me in dance class by the time I turned four.”
“I could tell.”He cupped her cheek.“I’ve danced with a lot of women, but none were as fluid as you.”
The color in her cheeks deepened as she stared up into his eyes.“Thank your mother for me.I’ve never danced with anyone who could lead.I’m usually the one leading, and I’m not that good.”
After they finished their drinks, Chase took her arm and led her toward the garden and the rear exit of the resort.“Maybe, after our annulment, you and I can go dancing.”
Alana nodded.“I’d like that.We’ll be here a week.”
Chase’s heart warmed at her positive response.He wanted to spend more time with his wife.“Same here.Trevor’s woman is supposed to join us today.Once she arrives, I doubt I’ll see him for the rest of my stay.”
“Knowing Gina, she’ll be occupied with Carson for the duration of our visit.”
Chase emerged from the back garden onto a sidewalk that led to the street.He pulled out his cellphone and looked up the bar on the receipt.“It appears to be three miles from here.We can walk or catch a?—”
Before he finished his sentence, a taxi pulled to a halt in front of him.
Chase cocked his eyebrows and waved toward the cab.“After you.”
Alana slid into the cab and scooted over.“Cabo Wabo,por favor.”
As Chase bent to slide into the taxi, a shadow shifted at the far corner of the building.He closed the car door and turned to look back.Before he could check out the source of the shadow, the driver shot out into traffic.He swerved around another vehicle, slinging Chase sideways into Alana.
He nearly crushed Alana against the opposite door before he righted himself.“Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she said, her head ducked as she searched for a seatbelt.“I think our driver has a deathwisshh?—”
The cab swerved back into the opposite lane, flinging Alana across Chase’s lap.
Chase gripped her hips and held on as the driver weaved in and out of the traffic in jerky motions.
The cab quickly screeched to a halt in front of the Cabo Wabo.Chase leaped from the cab and pulled Alana out and into his arms.
She clung to him until she got her footing and then stepped away.
Chase had to admit he’d liked having her splayed across his lap for the majority of the five-minute ride.He leaned into the cab and paid the cab driver, who hit the accelerator, almost taking Chase’s arm with him.
Chase jumped back, shaking his head.
Alana chuckled.“Who needs a roller coaster when you have cab drivers like that?”
“I hope all the drivers aren’t that aggressive,” Chase said.
“I don’t know.”Alana tilted her head as she studied the disappearing taxi.“It certainly added to the Cabo adventure.”
Chase laughed.“As if dancing with a stranger, waking up with him in your bed and finding out you’re married to him isn’t enough adventure?”
“That ride ranked right up there with the rest.I wasn’t sure we’d arrive at our destination—alive.”
“You have a point.”Chase grinned.“Let’s walk back.Three miles is just a stretch of the legs.”
