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(No) Dancing Naked in the Moonlight
Ten minutes later, I was zoning out as Alex tried to explain to me the connection between Austin’s founding families.
I clasped my hands together. “Oh, Lord, please make it stop.”
“Hey, you asked.”
And I had. But I hadn’t expected a bunch of boring details. “But where are the blood sacrifices? The fancy clothes? The moonlit magic? Ooooh. The naked dancing in the moonlit forest.” Not that I wanted to get naked and dance in the outdoors in Central Texas. Scorpions, fire ants, mosquitoes, wasps—need I say more? But I wouldn’t mind watching Alex dance naked in the moonlight. Except it wasn’t Alex I had a date with in a week. I might need to sort that out at some point.
“I hate to disappoint, but there’s no evening wear or nudity. The selection is a d
