The sting of embarrassment had faded by the time they made it through their meal. Maybe because they’d finally cleared the air. Or maybe because the waitress brought a second glass of wine to replace the one she’d drained.
“Better?” Aaron asked.
Knowing he saw too much, she shrugged and admitted, “You still make me nervous.”
“Well, there’s one, sure-fire way to fix that.” He plucked the glass from her hand.
“What’s that?”
“Immersion therapy.” He shoved back from the table. “Come dance with me.”
She hesitated only a moment before taking his hand and following him out onto the tiny, packed dance floor. As guitars wailed and the singer crooned, he slid his arms around her. The pulse hammered in her throat as he nudged her into the rhythm of the music. Gemma was stiff and clumsy,
