Trent raised his eyebrows and looked at their surroundings. “You want to dance? Here?”
“Uh-huh.” Abby didn’t wait for him to catch up to her way of thinking. She ran her hands up his arms, rested them on his shoulders, and began swaying her hips. He had no choice but to follow her lead.
Trent wasn’t the best dancer, but he could hold his own. He held her close and moved them in a small circle.
Abby had rested her head on his chest and he wondered if she could hear the thunderous beating of his heart. She belonged in his arms. He never wanted to let her go. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to.
“If you’d told me you wanted to go dancing, I could have found someplace that had a little more room.”
She shook her head. “This is perfect.”
He didn’t argue with her. Although it would have been
