I gave him the look—the one that said “don’t be daft.” “I never take forever to get ready.”
He grinned. “Just in case this is the one occasion you do—don’t.”
“Huh.” I picked up my coffee and headed upstairs.
After a quick shower, I got dressed, gussied my face up a little, found some heels comfortable enough to wear dancing, and then clattered back down the stairs.
His gaze slid slowly down my length and came up heated. “Very nice.”
“See you tomorrow,” Belle said. “And don’t be complaining about your feet, Ranger. You were warned.”
“Aside from being a very good dancer,” he said, as he tucked an arm around my waist. “I’m a very good teacher. We’ll be fine.”
With that, we headed out.
He was a great dancer and a very patient teacher, and we had an absolutely brilliant time.
But I wasn’t entirely sure his feet would ever be same.