“In that case, I’d love a dance.”
“Deb, would you mind putting some music on?”
“What’s your poison?”
“Doesn’t matter. Anything with a decent beat, fast or slow, will do.”
Her mother turned on the radio to a fast-paced Christmas song—let the holiday craze begin, Lindsay thought with a twist of her lips even as she admitted to herself that she was looking forward to it this year.
“Ready?” Henry asked.
Lindsay nodded. Half a second later, she found herself twirling and swinging in a heart-pounding, energetic dance. Henry handled her with exquisite power and grace. The word handled seemed harsh, but there was no other way to describe it because she had no idea what she was doing, and by his skill alone, she moved through the dips and spins with agility. She’d been amazed by his ability b
