“Look bad?” I covered up the momentary lapse in my defenses with a defiant chin tilt. “I’m the one who apparently can’t dance, not you.” “We can change that. I’ve been told I’m an excellent instructor.” “Doubtful.” “You always underestimate me.” “And you always provoke me.” He gave a casual shrug. “I like it when you get mad. Proves you’re not an ice queen after all.”
