Chapter Seventeen
She felt good in his arms. She felt right. So good, so right that after the song ended, he didn't let her go.
When the music stopped, Dylan's hand slid up Maggie's back, tracing her spine. He followed the path of her shoulder blades and on down the span of her forearms until he found the back of her hands. One by one, each of his fingers entwined with hers until their digits were wrapped around each other.
Dylan felt warmth course through his body. The heat shot up his arm, it pooled in his chest and then spread down to his legs. Both of his legs.
A fever replaced the phantom ache in the leg he'd lost. It was a spark that insisted he could run again. It was a flare that swore he could fly.
Dylan looked down at Maggie. Somehow, they'd moved from the dance floor and we
