Chapter 57
"No!" I sounded horrified.
His expression softened. A little. "Then what?"
I screwed up my face. "Rabbi Abrams said if you agreed, he'd find a way to check if Ari is still an initiate."
Rohan laughed bitterly. "Right."
"Wrong." I pushed him down against the mattress, leaning in. "You want to know why I don't tap anymore?"
He frowned at my abrupt topic change. "Why?"
"Remember, I told you about playing Lincoln Center?" Off his nod, I continued, "Out of that, during my junior year, I was invited to audition for a professional tap troupe." I adopted a snooty tone. "New York City, don't you know." I flipped onto my back, staring at the ceiling. "But I got dumb. I pushed myself too hard, got a snapped Achilles, surgery, and physio instead of the bright lights of Broadway."
I ran a hand up my left calf, phantom pain ghosting under my fingers.
"So you missed the audition."