“There’s no music,” she says flatly, her voice laced with amusement. “Well then I guess we won’t know when to stop dancing. How unfortunate.” My chin brushes the top of her head before I dip her toward the ground, making her gasp in surprise. “Don’t tempt me to stomp on your toes,” she threatens breathlessly. I raise her back up slowly as I say, “Oh, we can’t have that. I’m still recovering from the last time we danced.”
