Crap. “No, I didn’t. You tricked me.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Want to dance?”
I shook my head vehemently. “Nope. Not happening. I look like a spider run through with electricity when I try, and that was as a teenager. I’ve stayed away from dancing ever since. I’m a better wallflower, and your toes, chest, and eyeballs will thank me.”
Ryker laughed. “Is that right? Thanks for the warning.” He pulled me onto the dance floor anyway. A fast song was playing with a heavy bass beat.
I tried to stop him. “Shouldn’t you be taking it easy on your ankle? I don’t want—”
Ryker put a finger over my mouth, then winked and placed my arms around his neck. He wrapped his own around my waist and moved us side to side, in time to the beat, so all I had to do was follow.
I could feel every part of
