Dance Like Nobody's Watching (Summer Lake 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

smile, despite
his nervousness. At least they shared one simple and straightforward
thing, they both loved the kid. “He's great, they made semis
and he's supervising repairs on the ’bot.”
    “I'm so proud of him.”
    “Me too. Thing is though, semis aren't ’til
tonight now, so they're staying. If they make finals I doubt they'll
be back ’til tomorrow night.”
    “Oh, it's running over then?”
    “Yeah. He asked me to let you know. He said
he'll call you later.”
    She laughed. “Just like last night?”
    “Hopefully tonight will work out better than
last night.”
    She didn't say anything.
    “Emma's getting back tonight and we're all
going to the Boathouse. Please will you come, Miss?”
    “Dan, honey. I'm exhausted. I need a rest.”
    “Please come?”
    “Just for an hour. And, Dan?”
    “Yes?”
    “That wasn't what it looked like this
morning.”
    “Good. I'm glad.”
    “Okay. Well. I'll see you tonight then. And
thanks for letting me know about Scotty.”
    “You're welcome. I'll see you later.”
    ***
    Missy put her phone back in her pocket. What had
happened to her resolve to stay home and get some rest? Dan's voice.
That's what had happened. Please come? How could she say no?
She folded her cloths and started lugging the vacuum towards the
door. One house down, one to go. Maybe she'd have time for a quick
nap when she got home.
    ***
    “Can you drop me off at the RV?”
    They were on their way to collect Emma from the
airport. Jack grinned, “You mean, at Missy's?”
    Dan nodded, a slow smile spreading across his
face. “I do.”
    “Sure thing. We'll see you guys in the bar.”
    “Thanks.”
    A few minutes later, Jack pulled up in front of
the little cottage in town. “Later, bro.”
    “Yeah, later.”
    Dan walked up the path and knocked on the front
door. Perhaps he should have called first? Missy opened the door and
smiled.
    “Well, hello! I thought I was meeting you
all there.”
    “Yes. Sorry. I wanted to come see you
first.”
    “Don't be sorry. I'm not. Come on in.”
    She stepped back to let him pass. He'd wanted to
talk to her about Scot, and Michael, and Olivia, all the complicated
stuff, but his mind was freezing up again. She was so pretty. Her
hair was tied up in a ponytail, with wispy bits hanging around her
neck. She wore a white tank top which, from his height, gave him a
great view of her impressive cleavage. The top was tucked into a pair
of yoga pants that showed off a lusciously round backside and very
shapely legs. Little feet with shiny pink toenails peeked out the
bottom.
    He brought his hand to his face. His fingers met
stubble. Damn! He'd forgotten again. “Sorry, I should have
shaved.”
    She smiled up at him. “I like it.”
    “You do?” Olivia always harassed him
when she saw him with anything more than five o'clock shadow. It
didn't look professional, apparently. He realized he was blocking
Missy's way in the hall, but he didn't move. “Miss, I need to
talk to you.”
    “How about we take this in the kitchen and
get a glass of wine? I promise to try not to throw it on you this
time.”
    He smiled and went through to the kitchen. “I
threw it over myself.”
    “Yes, but it was my fault.”
    “No, Miss, it was my fault, but I would like
to finish what we started.”
    She spun around to face him, corkscrew in her
hand.
    “I mean finish the conversation, not the
part where I....” He gave her a shy smile. “Though I
would like to finish that too, someday soon.”
    To his relief, she smiled back at him. “I
was about to lay into you and you want to finish the conversation?”
    He shrugged and took the corkscrew from her hand.
He opened the bottle and poured two glasses of wine while he spoke.
“I'm happy to skip that part and fast forward to the part where
I explain myself?”
    “Okay. Let's try that. I think I'm too tired
to lay into you right now, anyway.”
    She did look tired. As she had for weeks.
    “You said you'd like it if I