“Would you dance with me tonight?” “I’d love to. But if we’re going to celebrate with the rest of the town,” I decided aloud, “then we should go wash up.” “I’d like to see you in a dress again … and with your hair down.” Considering what we’d been through together, his words shouldn’t have made me feel shy. Inexplicably, they did. Perhaps because he meant to spend the evening with Deuce the girl, not Deuce the Huntress, and I didn’t know my feminine side very well. In fact, before Fade and his kisses, I’d have said there was little connection.
