Dance With Me (With Me in Seattle #12)(32)

“Yes!” Jax points to me. “Exactly! But when I said that, you’d have thought I told him to just put her to sleep to put her out of her misery. He was livid.”

“Maybe the cancer scared him, even if it was minor.” I shrug. “I don’t know, I’m not good at family stuff. When did it happen?”

“Two weeks ago.”

“Give it a little time. He’ll be better.”

“In the meantime, I have to have dinner with her, watch her wipe his mouth with her napkin, and smile the whole time.”

“We do ridiculous things for love.”

Jax laughs and cues up the next song. “Okay, now that I’ve got that off my chest, shall we try this again?”

“I don’t know, are you going to maim me?”

“No, drama queen.”

“Takes one to know one.”

The music starts as Jax laughs and reaches for my hand, easily guiding me around the floor in the familiar routine we’ve been working on. It’s a slight change from the one we already had for this song; I just like to mix things up once in a while.

This will be a nice change when it’s time to go out on the road again.

We run through it twice more, and each time, I stick the landing perfectly. No more falling on my ass.

“Okay, I was throwing too hard,” Jax says. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m gonna live.” I plant a kiss on his cheek as Levi walks through the door and narrows his eyes on Jax.

“Do I have to kill you, man?” Levi asks.

“Nah.” Jax holds out his hand to shake Levi’s. “She just can’t keep her hands off me.”

“This room is suddenly full of male ego.” I roll my eyes. All of a sudden, one of my most famous ballads comes through the speakers, and to my utter shock, Levi sweeps me into his arms and leads me into an easy slow dance across the floor. “Well, look at you, fancy-pants.”

I wouldn’t expect a man as big as Levi to move so effortlessly. It’s sexy as hell to be in his strong arms, moving around the room.

He’s singing along with the music, too, his voice a smooth baritone.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on by someone singing my own song to me,” I confess with a soft voice.

“You write good music,” is all he says before he begins singing again, leading me in the sexiest slow dance in the history of the world.

“Thanks for coming to get me.”

“I was glad when you asked,” he admits.

Jax came and got me and brought me to the studio, and I asked Levi to pick me up since we had plans to go out for dinner anyway.

“Have you had any other contact from the psycho?” he asks.

“No, thank goodness. Everything has been blissfully drama-free. Have you had dancing lessons?” I ask.

“Not unless you count watching Dancing with the Stars.” He smiles down at me, pure joy radiating from him, and I’m completely intoxicated. This is a new side to Levi, one I’ve never seen before.

He tugs me closer and grinds against me, making me laugh.

“Hey, none of that,” Jax calls from the edge of the room. “Get a room, Crawford.”

“That’s the plan,” Levi mutters as he leans in to kiss my cheek. “Let’s get out of here, sweetheart.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”



“I can honestly say I’ve never had sex in a police car before.”

We’re sitting in the restaurant in a circular booth, next to each other. Levi’s hand is on my still-tingling thigh.

“That makes two of us,” he says with a smile and leans in to whisper in my ear. “But it won’t be the last time.”

We’re not young adults. Keeping our hands to ourselves shouldn’t be difficult. And yet, as soon as we made it from the studio to his car, I was straddling his lap, and his hand was down my yoga pants. It was fast and dirty, and so damn satisfying.

“Focus on the menu,” Levi says beside me, not looking my way.

“I am.” It’s totally a lie.

“Squeezing your legs together like that gives you away.”

I glance up at him and then break out into a laugh. “Who knew I had this side to me?”

“It seems we’re bringing out new sides of each other.”

“Hi, I’m Candy.”

I look up to find a bored waitress in her early twenties holding a notepad and a pen. “What can I get you?”

She hasn’t even looked at us, which is fine with me because I’m not disguised today.

“I’ll have the salmon Caesar salad,” I begin. “With an extra side of bread. Carbs are my soul mate.”

She smirks, but she still doesn’t look our way. “And for you, sir?”

“New York strip, medium rare, with the wild rice and a side green salad. I’d also like some bread.”

“Okay,” she says, jotting it all down. She glances up when she reaches for the menus and then stops cold when she sees me. “Oh, God. You’re Starla.”

“No, I—”

“Holy shit! I’m your biggest fan, like . . . ever. I know all the songs. And when you had that cameo in the movie with Adam Levine? Holy shit, so good.”