Last Call by Michele G Miller

Last Call by Michele G Miller

Author:Michele G Miller [Miller, Michele G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Michele G Miller


Moisture struck my cheek, and I stirred, pulled from a peaceful nap by another plop of water hitting my face. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the dark clouds that had rolled in while I slept. Slept? I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and looked at Gage as fat raindrops startled him into wakefulness.

His dark eyes were blurry and confused. “We fell asleep, huh?” He gave me with a sheepish glance, the sleepy timbre of his voice an aphrodisiac.

A violent rumble of thunder clapped overhead as a sharp wind blew over the river, and then suddenly, the storm moved at warp speed.

“Quick, head to the car.” Gage tossed me his car keys.

Grabbing my sketchbook and the shoes I kicked off earlier, I sprinted toward his vehicle as rain fell in earnest. My feet slapped against the wet sidewalk as Gage caught up, blanket in tow. We were soaked through, wet dogs in a downpour. The hilarity took hold when we reached the car, and I broke into full-bodied laughter, stopping short.

“Are you crazy? Jump in.” Gage pulled my door open and grabbed the sketchbook from my arms, tossing it and the picnic blanket into his back seat.

I stretched my arms toward him and dropped the shoes dangling from my fingertips. "Dance with me?"

It was a simple request.

He tilted his head, watching me. I fully expected him to call me crazy again and insist I get in the car, but Gage Taylor continued to surprise me like no other man had ever done. He closed the car door and walked to my side with a dimple-showcasing smile on his devastatingly handsome face.

My breathing stuttered when he grasped my right hand and twirled his wrist, pulling me toward his body. He spun me like a ballroom dancer would turn his partner, winding me up until I was wrapped tightly against his side.

“If that thunder gets closer, you’re getting in the car. Got it?” His lips grazed my ear.

Flicking his arm, I unwound and threw my arm out wide behind me. “It’s a deal.” I bowed.

A deliciously warm smile crossed his lips as he drew me to his chest and set his hands in the customary waltz position.

“You know how to waltz?”

"Surprised?" He eyed me sharply. “Just try and keep up.”

As rain splattered our faces, we danced circles around the sidewalk in a perfect waltz. The drops so heavy they stung my eyes each time Gage dipped me, forcing me to close them. Every so often, he lifted his hand and brushed away the strands of hair sticking to my face. His gentle touch brought goosebumps the rain hadn’t. A car drove by honking, and Gage spun me out again, dropping into a deep, flourishing bow—like we were performers in a show. In cue to his bow, I curtsied with a grin as the car honked again while it drove away.

“That was the perfect waltz.” My gaze flicked from the car in the distance to Gage. Hungry desire had returned



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