boots
would slide along the floor like they should. She would figure it out.
Casey pulled her into his arms and all thoughts went completely out of
her mind.
On the other side of the floor Rosa was still gyrating with her two
men. Tadd had somehow replaced one of them and was practically
licking his lips while his hands roamed all up and down her body.
Casey held Paige loosely in his arms, not forcing her any closer
than she wanted to be. His hand rested lightly on her back and they
glided effortlessly across the wooden floor with sawdust strewn about,
her shoe problem was totally forgotten.
The shots and beers she had downed made her feel more at ease
than she realized. Her head swam and she closed her eyes, glad she
had eaten a large dinner. Placing her hand on his chest, the other on
his waist, Paige moved a bit closer. His arms tightened a little more
and she felt secure in his embrace. At the back of her mind, she still
waited for the questions to begin, but they never did. They danced
silently, wrapped in one another's arms. Their beers on the table were
completely forgotten and by the time they returned, they had become
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warm. Casey gave her a lopsided grin, tipped his back and swigged it
down anyway, so she did the same.
Looking around, Paige didn't see Rosa anywhere. "Did you see
Rosa leave?" Concern laced her voice and creased her brow.
"Yeah, she left two songs ago with Tadd and John." Casey
shrugged it off like it wasn't a big deal.
But to Paige it was. Rosa had left her there! She wasn't afraid of
being alone, but being in another country, not knowing her
surroundings, she didn't like the fact that Rosa had just taken off
without at least saying something.
"Paige, you don't have to worry about Rosa, Tadd and John won't
hurt her, they will make sure she gets back on base." Casey looked
down at her, and for good measure added, "And you are safe with
me."
Paige put the beer to her lips and took another long deep swig and
didn't respond to his comment. She didn't feel threatened, not yet
anyway, but hoped he didn't expect anything from her, because if he
did he was going to be sorely disappointed.
"Come on, let's dance, you feel good in my arms." Casey moved
them towards the floor again.
Paige allowed the songs and the motions of their bodies swaying
with one another to take her thoughts away. He felt good in her arms
too. They remained on the dance floor through she didn't know how
many songs, breaking long enough to get a drink then go back out.
People came and went from the bar, the floor sometimes packed, at
other times just the two of them. Normally she would be self-
conscious, but somehow, tonight the thought never crossed her mind.
Then, at one point while taking a bathroom break, Paige glanced at
her phone and gasped when she saw that it was nearly one in the
morning. She never stayed out that late. Glancing in the mirror a
giggle escaped when she saw the silly smile pasted across her face.
She hadn't danced this much in years and realized she had missed that
one little thing that used to give her so much pleasure.
On her way out of the bathroom, she felt the vibration of her phone
just as Casey walked up to her, a smile on his face that matched her
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own. Grabbing her phone, she saw that Rosa was calling. When she
answered, she heard Rosa's frantic voice on the other end.
"Hold on, I can't hear you in here. Let me step out." Turning to
Casey, a frown creased her brow. "It's Rosa, she sounds upset."
Casey immediately steered her towards the exit and out into the
muggy, warm night air.
"Rosa, what's wrong?" Paige was concerned. Rosa never called her
like this.
"I need for you to hurry and come to my room." Rosa sounded
desperate. "I can't get him to leave."
Paige was worried. "I'll be there as soon as I can." She glanced at
Casey who was already waiving down a taxi. She gave him a grateful
smile when one pulled over and he opened the back
Tom Swift, His Motor Cycle
Sandra Mohr Jane Velez-Mitchell