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.As soon as she reached his side,the instructor clapped his hands and started lecturing everybody about the waltz.Tyler tuned him outand made his way toward Christine.The jerk who had been flirting with her earlier was gone, so shewas alone again.Good.He didn t like that dick.She had a pair of crutches up against the wall.Where had she gotten them? Julie, no doubt.She hada way of finding anything that was needed.When she caught sight of him approaching, she curled her hands into fists. Let me guess.You re ongimp duty? Yep. He stood next to her, his hands clasped behind his back. But I don t mind. She lifted a shoulder. I figured you wouldn t.You re that guy. What guy? The one who volunteers to be with someone who can t dance.The one who always helps otherpeople, even if he d having a lousy day himself. She tipped her head back so she could see him. You know.That guy. Is that such a bad thing? He smoothed his shirt. You know what? Don t answer that.How s yourankle feeling? It s better. She looked down at her ankle, lifting it up slightly, and stared up at him. It hurts alittle bit, but I elevated and iced it all afternoon, just as the doctor ordered. He stared at it, resisting the urge to drop to her feet and examine her for himself. Technically, youshould still be in bed. I didn t want to miss the dancing. You can t even dance, he said, gesturing out at the couples on the dance floor. What s the pointin coming down? I don t know, she said wistfully. I like watching. He turned to her and examined her face.Big mistake.Huge.The sight of her longing expression as she watched the dancers made him want to rip his own legoff and give it to her so she could dance.That s how bad he had it.He shoved his hands in his pockets. Well, I for one hate dancing, so I m much more content to stand here with you. How could you hate dancing? Easily. He shrugged. I just do. She tapped her fingers on her knee. You can t hate it that much.You taught Kady your moves allthose years ago. That s different.She s my sister. You re so good to her, she said, her gaze latched onto him.I could be good to you, too, if you gave me the chance. Isn t that what all brothers do? Spoil theirsisters? I know mine does, she agreed. But a little birdie told me you re quite an excellent dancerbecause of a bet gone bad. He watched Kady, wanting to cross the room and shake her until she promised to never tell anyoneelse his secret again.He d been forced to take ballroom dancing lessons in college, when he hadmade a wager that his football team would beat his buddy s team& and lost.The cost of his losinghad been six months of ballroom dancing with a bunch of old women.He d gotten damned good at it, truth be told, but by the time he was finished, he d never wanted tosee a dance floor again. I made her swear not to tell anyone about that. Christine snorted. I m not just anyone. Yeah, I guess not.Did she tell all of you? I don t think so. Christine smiled. We were alone when she told me, anyway.It was over acontainer of Chunky Monkey, after a particularly painful breakup. He fisted his hands. Whose? Hers, or yours? Hers.I told you.I didn t have anyone serious. He swallowed the words trying to escape.He wanted to be her first serious man, damn it. So shetold you about my secret because some jerk broke her heart? Yep. She laughed.The sound made his heart soar.He loved her laugh. We called you TinyDancer for a week after that conversation. Fucking A. Yep.I m going to have to kill her.Right before her wedding, too.What a tragedy. She laughed again. What? It s cute. A baby or kitten is cute. He crossed his arms. Me dancing with a geriatric patient on a Fridaynight isn t.Neither is you laughing about it afterward. She tapped her fingers on her knee. I bet she was hot though, wasn t she? A little spitfire of an oldlady. He burst into laughter, remembering the little old lady he d danced with every week.She used tobring him cookies, and knit him scarves with matching mittens. Oh my God, no. He pictured herhitting on him and burst into laughter again. Just& no. She joined in. That bad, huh? She was the sweetest thing ever, he managed to say. Not a spitfire at all. I bet. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back.God, she made him so happy.Around him, hestopped worrying about everything and just& lived. You liked her, didn t you? He rubbed his chin. I did.She was nice to me. I m kind of jealous of her. Why? he asked, watching her.The idea of her being jealous of an old lady was preposterous tohim. You re much prettier, I promise.And your ass is much It s not that, she said, smiling and waving a hand dismissively. She got to dance with you beforeyou hated it.I won t get that chance today.I won t get to dance at all. His breath punched out of his lungs. I would ve danced with you tonight, just so you know.Because it s you, I would ve.But if anyone else asked, I d say no. That was the closest he could get to admitting he had feelings for her without some sign from herthat she maybe cared about him, too.He needed something.Anything.Their gazes collided and didn tlet go.This moment, this conversation, scared the hell out of him.Almost as if he d admittedsomething he shouldn t have.Or& maybe it was the opposite.Maybe it was because he admitted something he should have admitted long ago.Finally, she broke off the connection and looked back out at the floor [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.As soon as she reached his side,the instructor clapped his hands and started lecturing everybody about the waltz.Tyler tuned him outand made his way toward Christine.The jerk who had been flirting with her earlier was gone, so shewas alone again.Good.He didn t like that dick.She had a pair of crutches up against the wall.Where had she gotten them? Julie, no doubt.She hada way of finding anything that was needed.When she caught sight of him approaching, she curled her hands into fists. Let me guess.You re ongimp duty? Yep. He stood next to her, his hands clasped behind his back. But I don t mind. She lifted a shoulder. I figured you wouldn t.You re that guy. What guy? The one who volunteers to be with someone who can t dance.The one who always helps otherpeople, even if he d having a lousy day himself. She tipped her head back so she could see him. You know.That guy. Is that such a bad thing? He smoothed his shirt. You know what? Don t answer that.How s yourankle feeling? It s better. She looked down at her ankle, lifting it up slightly, and stared up at him. It hurts alittle bit, but I elevated and iced it all afternoon, just as the doctor ordered. He stared at it, resisting the urge to drop to her feet and examine her for himself. Technically, youshould still be in bed. I didn t want to miss the dancing. You can t even dance, he said, gesturing out at the couples on the dance floor. What s the pointin coming down? I don t know, she said wistfully. I like watching. He turned to her and examined her face.Big mistake.Huge.The sight of her longing expression as she watched the dancers made him want to rip his own legoff and give it to her so she could dance.That s how bad he had it.He shoved his hands in his pockets. Well, I for one hate dancing, so I m much more content to stand here with you. How could you hate dancing? Easily. He shrugged. I just do. She tapped her fingers on her knee. You can t hate it that much.You taught Kady your moves allthose years ago. That s different.She s my sister. You re so good to her, she said, her gaze latched onto him.I could be good to you, too, if you gave me the chance. Isn t that what all brothers do? Spoil theirsisters? I know mine does, she agreed. But a little birdie told me you re quite an excellent dancerbecause of a bet gone bad. He watched Kady, wanting to cross the room and shake her until she promised to never tell anyoneelse his secret again.He d been forced to take ballroom dancing lessons in college, when he hadmade a wager that his football team would beat his buddy s team& and lost.The cost of his losinghad been six months of ballroom dancing with a bunch of old women.He d gotten damned good at it, truth be told, but by the time he was finished, he d never wanted tosee a dance floor again. I made her swear not to tell anyone about that. Christine snorted. I m not just anyone. Yeah, I guess not.Did she tell all of you? I don t think so. Christine smiled. We were alone when she told me, anyway.It was over acontainer of Chunky Monkey, after a particularly painful breakup. He fisted his hands. Whose? Hers, or yours? Hers.I told you.I didn t have anyone serious. He swallowed the words trying to escape.He wanted to be her first serious man, damn it. So shetold you about my secret because some jerk broke her heart? Yep. She laughed.The sound made his heart soar.He loved her laugh. We called you TinyDancer for a week after that conversation. Fucking A. Yep.I m going to have to kill her.Right before her wedding, too.What a tragedy. She laughed again. What? It s cute. A baby or kitten is cute. He crossed his arms. Me dancing with a geriatric patient on a Fridaynight isn t.Neither is you laughing about it afterward. She tapped her fingers on her knee. I bet she was hot though, wasn t she? A little spitfire of an oldlady. He burst into laughter, remembering the little old lady he d danced with every week.She used tobring him cookies, and knit him scarves with matching mittens. Oh my God, no. He pictured herhitting on him and burst into laughter again. Just& no. She joined in. That bad, huh? She was the sweetest thing ever, he managed to say. Not a spitfire at all. I bet. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back.God, she made him so happy.Around him, hestopped worrying about everything and just& lived. You liked her, didn t you? He rubbed his chin. I did.She was nice to me. I m kind of jealous of her. Why? he asked, watching her.The idea of her being jealous of an old lady was preposterous tohim. You re much prettier, I promise.And your ass is much It s not that, she said, smiling and waving a hand dismissively. She got to dance with you beforeyou hated it.I won t get that chance today.I won t get to dance at all. His breath punched out of his lungs. I would ve danced with you tonight, just so you know.Because it s you, I would ve.But if anyone else asked, I d say no. That was the closest he could get to admitting he had feelings for her without some sign from herthat she maybe cared about him, too.He needed something.Anything.Their gazes collided and didn tlet go.This moment, this conversation, scared the hell out of him.Almost as if he d admittedsomething he shouldn t have.Or& maybe it was the opposite.Maybe it was because he admitted something he should have admitted long ago.Finally, she broke off the connection and looked back out at the floor [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]