His eyes softened, thebeautyof his expression shining with the sunset playing at his back as he lowered his voice,
“Ever danced in the sand, Raylene Walker?”
Ray couldn’t help it, she went up on her knees and moved until she was face to face with him. After so long, after somuchshe still couldn’t believe she could do this.
“No.” she whispered, “Ask me anyway.”
Angel’s smile was borderlinedangerousfor her heart when he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her flush against him,
“Will you dance with me on the beach?”
As if on cue, soft piano music began behind them. Ray let out a soft laugh, placing her forehead against her chest as she breathed out,
“I’ll think about it.”
His laugh was loud enough to draw out his dimples.
“Good,” he whispered, “Be aware though.”
Ray looked back up at him and saw his eyes crinkle.
Saw Angel De Santos look like an absolutebeautyas he leaned down and kissed her softly as if he couldn’t help himself.
Ray didn’t blame him. Not when she’d been close to pleading with him to do the same. When he pulled back, the mischievous glint in his eyes was back.
“I twirl now.”
She grinned, “Finally.” And his gaze narrowed,
“Smartass.”
He murmured as he hauled her to her feet.
Made her forget the entire world in the process.
