A Soldier Saved--A Clean Romance by Cheryl Harper

Author:Cheryl Harper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-01-14T22:24:56+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

HAD IT BEEN an hour already? Jason stared over his shoulder at his mother, biting back the question. It hadn’t been. She’d spotted them and made up her mind that they needed to make a change.

And, in the process, had robbed him of the perfect chance to kiss Angela.

No one could have blamed them.

Could he get the moment back?

“We’re fine here. Thank you.” He would have tried to make a subtle “beat it” motion with his head, but she would have asked what was wrong with his neck.

As he watched his mother brace her hands on her hips, a sinking sensation settled in his gut. She wasn’t going to drop this. She’d decided something should be done for his “own good.” When she got that notion, nothing changed it.

One small hope remained. Angela might want to stay right here with him.

That would save him the awkward duty of wiggling out of dancing.

Since he was barely managing walking on the prosthesis—the occasional swelling that still struck when he tried to do too much combined with the day’s heat had given him fits just that morning—he was certain dancing would be a bad adventure.

Humiliation was to be avoided at all cost.

Before he could frame the question in a way that would convince her that she didn’t really want to go out there and move around in the heat with half of Miami, Angela said, “Salsa. They’re teaching beginners. It could be fun.” Her eyes were bright. Excited.

Her answer hung in the air while he occupied himself with carefully folding his bag of leftover pastries. He could humiliate himself by rudely extracting himself from this spot, or by dancing. Small group versus large group.

While his mother watched with a worried frown and Angela waited, he had to make a decision. He could refuse and walk away, leaving behind the smell of weird and antisocial as he escaped.

Or he could give this a shot.

“Don’t lose this bag.” He shoved the pastries at his mother and held his hand out to Angela. “One dance. I’m in this for one.”

They both beamed at him like he was a hero.

Angela waved her phone at his mother. “Can you take a picture? Only if we’re good enough. When I trip over my feet and drag Jason down with me, make sure the camera is off.”

“No falling.” Jason had to put that out in the universe.

“Since my middle name is not grace, I can’t make you any promises.” Angela tugged him over to the small group of kids and seniors rocking forward and back while a beautiful woman in a short dress and heels counted to eight and clapped in time.

“Back together. Rest on four and eight,” she yelled.

The upside to realizing he’d forgotten how to count to eight on his own was that Angela had her head down, frowning with concentration as she watched each step. All of his stutter steps and landing behind the beat meant nothing to her. She was fighting her own battle.

“Now we try with partners,” the dancer leading the how-to yelled.

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