He pushed a button on his steering wheel and music filled the car, “what is your favorite kind of music?”
“Pop. My brother hates it and says it all sounds the same, but I like it. What are we listening to?” she leaned forward trying to understand the lyrics.
“Music from Portugal,” he smiled. “It’s sexy, no?”
“It’s very sexy,” she giggled as his wide grin.
“Do you dance, Liesl?”
“When I was younger, the girls and I would go to night clubs and dance all night.”
“Younger? You’re twenty-eight! You should be dancing.”
“I had an image to maintain.”
“Your ex is an i***t,” he snarked out, “if you were my wife, I’d have paraded you everywhere. Have you dancing sexy with me in nightclubs, bringing you out to make all the men jealous their wives didn’t look near as hot as mi
