Chapter 62
“Three years.”
“By choice?”
“Yes and no. The game got old as the years went by, and I was tired of the looks of revulsion or pity when a guy sees me naked for the first time, and without the shoe lift. The scars on my hip, the way my body leans, it can be off-putting.”
“I find you beautiful, prickly, and charming, Mr. McAvoy, in all your imperfection. Care to dance with me?” He kissed down to my ear and bit into the fleshy lobe. I lost my breath for a second. He was turning the tables on me. Who was in charge now?
“Su…sure. Give me a little room, though. I can’t breathe.” Lance stepped back and I took in a lungful of air. “You don’t give a guy much room to maneuver, do you?”
“When I see something I want, I go after it, no holds barred. You should remember that, for the future.”
“What future?” I asked as he pulled me along behind him to the dance floor.
“You’ll see.” He made it sound so easy.