Hard Fall (St. Louis Mavericks 1)

We burst out laughing.

“I think it’s time to get this party started,” I told her.

“The party started the first time I met you,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I was just a little late getting there.”

“Then we have lots of time to make up for.” I tugged her hand and pulled her back out onto the dance floor, twirling her around. “Ready, Mrs. Kirby?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I dipped her low, almost to the ground, before hauling her back up and pressing my lips to hers.