“I don’t really dance, honey,” he said softly, but she could feel his gaze, like a tangible caress as it swept down her body.
“I find that hard to believe. Please. Just one. Just so I can feel normal for a while.” She didn’t like begging, but if she got to dance, she’d forget this hell for just one minute, and it would be worth it.
Lincoln abandoned the bag and came over to her in the wide space between the couch and the TV. He looked uncomfortable.
“What? They don’t teach slow dancing in Delta Force?” she teased, hoping to put them at ease. He continued to stare at her like he was trying to figure out how to defuse a bomb, not slow dance with a girl.
“I know two hundred ways to kill a man, but I never did get those dance lessons my mom always wanted to take me to.”
“Your mom was into
