I don’t smile.
I don’t smirk.
I just hold steady.
Take it, honey.
Go on.
Choose me.
Chapter7
Kelly
My legs feel like jelly when I take J.T.’s hand.
He doesn’t tug.
He doesn’t rush.
He just waits until my fingers curl around his, then pulls me up and leads me toward the dance floor like he’s been doing it his whole life.
There’s a band playing something slow and country.
They’re good.I can tell by the way the room hums along.
But I couldn’t tell you the name of the song if you put a gun to my head.
Not when J.T.pulls me into him.
His body is big.Hard.Solid as a damn oak tree.
One hand settles at my waist, the other keeps mine captive pressed against his chest, and he moves with a practiced ease that leaves me breathless.
“You’re surprisingly light on your feet, J.T.,” I murmur, trying to steady myself.“I wasn’t expecting that.”
His gaze narrows.
“Why?You think I’m too old to dance?”
There’s something under the words.
Not anger.
Vulnerability.
I shake my head immediately.
“No.I thought maybe you were too tough.Too masculine.”
His mouth curves slightly.
“Tough men can dance, Kelly.”
He shifts his hips—just slightly—and the contact changes everything.
Heat spreads through me.
