Free Deadly Deception by Alexa Grace Page A

was not his idea of a good time.
     
    But he glanced at Frankie and realized he wanted to hold her close to him, more than he'd wanted anything in a long, long time.  This slow dance was not an opportunity he was going to pass up — two left feet or not.
     
    He didn't have to be psychic to know that Frankie would refuse to dance with him and that underneath all that laughter; she was still pissed at him.  So he slid out of the booth and pulled her with him.
     
    "What are you doing?"  He'd yanked her so hard out of the booth that she gasped as she slammed against him. 
     
    "It's not what I'm doing.  It's what we're doing."
     
    "What?!" 
     
    He led her onto the dance floor and wrapped his arms around her waist.  He thought about the toes of her boots and prayed he wouldn't step on them.
     
    "This is my favorite song and I really want to dance to it."
     
    "'Lady in Red' is your favorite song?  Why don’t I believe that?"
     
    He couldn't think of a good response so he tucked her head against his chest and tightened his grip on her waist.  He liked the way her four inch heels brought her to his chin and he didn't have to bend much to hold her.  Her soft curves molded to the contours of his lean body as he slowly and carefully moved her around the dance floor.
     
     
     
    Frankie was feeling the buzz from the second strawberry daiquiri that she shouldn't have drunk, because she didn't drink alcohol.  She also shouldn’t be dancing with Lane even though she loved the way his hard, muscled arms wrapped perfectly around her body had her pulse racing.  He held her hand gently against his chest and she could feel the hard, rapid beating of his heart. Dancing with him shouldn't feel this good.  Her internal alarm went off. She remembered how hurt she had been when she'd awakened that morning and found he was gone without a word.  He'd hurt her once; he'd hurt her again.  She pushed at his chest to put some distance between them and looked up into his eyes.
     
    "Frankie, please don't push me away.  I've wanted to hold you all night."
     
    His eyes held a sensuous flame, but they also held a tender plea that made her heart squeeze.  Maybe it was the second strawberry daiquiri.  Maybe it was his hard body pressing against her that was making her so hot she thought she'd faint.  Whatever it was, she went with it.  She went onto her toes, entangled her fingers in his short hair, and pulled him down into a kiss.  She tenderly explored his lips slowly and thoughtfully as a flame ignited inside her that made her heated and dizzy.  She ended the kiss, looked up into his surprised expression, and then pressed her head back against his chest.  She felt light-headed and when the music ended, she was grateful she could lean against his hard body for support as he led her back to the booth.
     
     
     
    Once they were back in the booth, Lane stared at Frankie, his left eyebrow lifting a fraction.  He didn't know where that kiss had come from, but he was up for an instant replay.
     
    Frankie lifted her glass and finished off her drink then started fanning herself with her hand.  “Why was it so damn hot in here?”
     
    "Oh, my God.  Frankie, is there alcohol in your daiquiri?"  Anne's eyes were wide as she asked the question.
     
    "Good possibility," she replied.
     
    Lane heard her giggling just before she laid her head on his shoulder. She tried hard to focus on Anne's face, but the darn room was swirling again.
     
    Michael leaned in close and whispered in Anne's ear. "What's wrong?" 
     
    "She can't drink alcohol.  One drink and she's drunk.  She's had two drinks. I was sure I told the waitress to make the drinks without alcohol."
     
    Lane heard this and secured Frankie's glass.  One sniff and he was sure the drink had alcohol.  He nodded to the other two.
     
    He slid out of the booth and pulled her into his arms steadying her until he was sure she'd stay upright.  "Sugar, it's time we get you