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A Christmas To Remember…
Ski-lodge manager Elisabeth is the quiet Donnelly twin—sedate, mature, responsible. It wasn’t like her to fall in love with ski patroller Justin Cade, famous for his killer smile, blue eyes and way with women. But it was just like him to dump her when things began to get serious.
Now he’s suddenly back in her life, and the timing couldn’t be worse. Elisabeth has plans to marry a successful businessman, and with Christmas around the corner, she wants to make the holidays special for her adopted young goddaughter. Falling for Justin all over again would definitely not be the sensible thing to do. But maybe, for once in her life, Elisabeth should follow her heart instead of her head.
Justin instinctively pulled her against him to avoid the collision.
The instant her body touched his, his mind went blank, heat silencing his intended reprimand to the hooligans. Elisabeth’s sharp intake of breath was audible and, from his view over her shoulder, did mesmerizing things for her cleavage.
She craned her head to look up at him. “Thanks.” The word ended on a near whisper as their gazes locked. She was right there, so close, in his arms the way she’d been hundreds of times before. The urge to kiss her was so natural.…
“Justin?” Her voice was a squeak of uncertainty, jarring him from lust-addled memories.
He immediately dropped his hands to his sides, hoping he looked more innocent than he felt. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t get hurt.”
A hollow chuckle escaped her. “Ironic, coming from you.”
He flinched. “Guess I deserved that.”
He took a step back, trying to repress the desire he’d felt, trying to repress memories of how exquisitely responsive she’d always been to his kisses.
“I should go,” she stammered.
Dear Reader,
When I wrote my first Colorado Cades book (Her Secret, His Baby), I knew I couldn’t wait for the chance to give the heroine’s brother Justin his own story.
Search-and-rescue patroller Justin Cade is many things—an excellent skier, a terrific big brother and an incorrigible charmer. But, after losing both his parents young, the one thing he doesn’t do well is commitment. Seemingly carefree Justin refuses to get close and risk more pain, a lesson Elisabeth Donnelly learned all too well.
Now that Elisabeth has custody of her orphaned goddaughter, it’s more important than ever to make smart decisions for the future. No more pining over blue-eyed heartbreakers! She’s engaged to marry a man who is in many ways Justin’s opposite. So why are fate and several meddlesome siblings determined to throw her and Justin together?
When her goddaughter goes missing in a blizzard, Elisabeth relies on Justin for help. But can she rely on him emotionally? Luckily, Christmas is the season of miracles.…
If you enjoy Justin and Elisabeth’s story, be sure to follow me on Twitter or like me on Facebook for updates on the next book in the Colorado Cades trilogy.
Happy holidays,
Tanya
Second Chance Christmas
Tanya Michaels
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times bestselling author and three-time RITA® Award nominee Tanya Michaels writes about what she knows—community, family and lasting love! Her books, praised for their poignancy and humor, have received honors such as a Booksellers’ Best Bet Award, a Maggie Award of Excellence and multiple readers’ choice awards. She was also a 2010 RT Book Reviews nominee for Career Achievement in Category Romance. Tanya is an active member of Romance Writers of America and a frequent public speaker, presenting workshops to educate and encourage aspiring writers. She lives outside Atlanta with her very supportive husband, two highly imaginative children and a household of quirky pets, including a cat who thinks she’s a dog and a bichon frise who thinks she’s the center of the universe.
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Excerpt
Chapter One
Justin Cade’s specialty was women. While his colleagues on rescue patrol could attest he was a remarkably skilled skier, it was his expertise with females that made him infamous throughout Cielo Peak, Colorado. He may have set a town record with the number of women he’d dated, but he also used his powers for good. When a neighbor had been hell-bent on running over her unfaithful husband, it was Justin who’d charmed her into relinquishing her car keys. Over the summer, when his sister, Arden, had been in the clutches of pregnancy mood swings, it was Justin who’d had the most success calming her.
So when he heard an outraged female shriek, “Justin Cade, you heartless ass!” across the sporting goods shop, he wasn’t too worried. His first reaction was gratitude that she’d momentarily drowned out the incessant Christmas music. Retailers had barely waited for Halloween to pass before bombarding shoppers with holiday tunes. There were still two weeks before Christmas, but Justin had hit his limit on fa-la-las and rum-pa-pum-pums.
Preparing to face his accuser, he turned from the shelf of ski wax, a conciliatory smile in place. It faltered when he caught a glimpse of red hair. Elisabeth? Conflicting feelings swirled through him, and his pulse had already accelerated in the split second it took him to realize his mistake. It wasn’t Elisabeth Donnelly. Stupid to think it might have been—she was far too poised to shout across a store.
No, it was her twin sister, Evangeline, better known as Lina, barreling toward him. What did I do to rile her? When it came to the Donnellys, he’d tried to keep a low profile since breaking up with Elisabeth five months ago.
Lina skipped the traditional “hello” in favor of threatening him. “If I weren’t a foot shorter than you, I’d tear you limb from limb. It’s kismet, running into you after what I learned this morning. The universe wants you to know this is your fault.”
He ducked his head in agreement. “You’re probably right. Unfortunately, my sins are so numerous, I’m not sure which one you mean.”
“Elisabeth.” Her voice was ice. “You remember her, don’t you?”
Vividly.
The Donnelly twins, though they shared the same height and build, were not identical. Impulsive Lina, with her strawberry-blond ponytail, was cute. Elisabeth was striking. Her hair was a deeper red, cut in a silky bob that perfectly framed her features and moss-green eyes. Because Lina was more outspoken, people considered her the more fiery of the two. Anyone foolish enough to believe that had never kissed Elisabeth. She’d been like live flame in his arms.
He cleared his throat. “What about your sister? Is she okay?”
“No, she’s lost her ever-loving mind! She told us over brunch that she and Kaylee...” Lina trailed off, blinking furiously. “They’re leaving Cielo Peak. And I blame you.”
Leaving? But Elisabeth had spent her entire life here. She helped run the family-owned Donnelly Ski Lodge. Her father had been grooming her to take over since she was a teenager. And Justin couldn’t imagine her uprooting Kaylee Truitt. He’d only met Elisabeth’s goddaughter a handful of times, but even he understood how traumatic the past year had been for the little girl.
“Are you sure they’re leaving?” he asked. “Maybe you mis—”
“Would I be this upset if I wasn’t sure?”
He still didn’t see what this had to do with him, but he reluctantly empathized with her agitation. Justin’s own sister was preparing to move away, and he hadn’t seen his older brother in over a month. Soon, Justin would be alone.
Shaking off that melancholy thought, he refocused on Lina. “I know you’ll miss her. The two of you have always been close, but—”
“Spare me the faux sensitivity! I don’t want sympathy from someone who acts like people are disposable. You have a different woman on your arm every week.”
“Be that as it may,” he countered in a low, tight voice, “I know a little something about losing family.” He hadn’t meant to say anything so personal. This damn season was getting to him. If time healed all wounds, why wasn’t December ever any easier?
“I’m sorry. I forgot about your sister-in-law’s crash.” Lina’s pale cheeks flushed with shame. “And your parents—”
“Died a long time ago. No need to dredge it up now.” He couldn’t. He couldn’t stand in the middle of the store and discuss his mom and dad with a casual acquaintance while some ridiculous song about wanting a hippopotamus for Christmas played overhead. With effort, he relaxed his clenched jaw. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make my purchase and forget this charming encounter ever took place.”
He grabbed a container of ski wax and moved to pass her.
She touched his arm. “Elisabeth is about to make the biggest mistake of her life.”
What did Lina expect him to do? Justin could barely be trusted to handle his own life. He shrugged. “Maybe she needs a temporary change of pace. It doesn’t have to be a permanent, forever-and-ever decision.”
“Actually...we aren’t just talking about a change of scenery. It’s way worse. Being on the rebound from you made my normally brilliant sister stupid.”
Not possible. Elisabeth was the sharpest person he knew. She had a mind like a computer.
“After you broke her heart,” Lina continued, “she met a software developer from Albuquerque. Justin, she’s getting married.”
* * *
AM I DOING THIS WRONG? It was a question Elisabeth Donnelly had begun asking herself daily since becoming guardian to her six-year-old goddaughter. Despite the months that had passed, there were still moments she couldn’t believe she was a parent, couldn’t believe that her friend and former college roommate, Michelle, was gone.
Right now, Kaylee was staring back across the kitchen table with brown eyes that were exactly like her late mother’s. From her curly dark hair to her freckles, the kindergartener was a mini-Michelle. Similarities between mother and daughter weren’t just physical, either. They had being orphaned in common. Former foster child Michelle Truitt had gone to college on a state scholarship and had no known relatives. She’d been a single mom. Elisabeth couldn’t predict how Kaylee would feel about having a father figure for the first time in her life.
“You understand everything I’m telling you?” Elisabeth asked cautiously. Earlier that Sunday, while Kaylee had gone with a classmate to a holiday puppet show, Elisabeth had taken the opportunity to tell her parents and sister about her engagement. Their reactions had been immediate and dramatic. In comparison, Kaylee’s unblinking expression revealed nothing.
The little girl nodded. “You’re marrying Mr. Steven. We’re all gonna live together.”
“Right. But you don’t have to say ‘mister,’ honey. You can just say Steven, like you do Elisabeth.” At the funeral, her heart had squeezed into a painful knot when Kaylee asked between sobs, “Do I hafta call you Mommy now?” Elisabeth had blurted no so quickly she’d worried about making the child feel unwanted. To soften the refusal, she’d clarified that it was Kaylee’s choice.
Choices. Since August, it felt as if Elisabeth had been constantly second-guessing hers. While she’d never been as brashly confident as her sister, the former prom queen, Elisabeth had been sure of herself in other, less outspoken ways. That steady self-assurance had been shaken by the one-two punch of the man she loved dumping her and being thrust a few weeks later into parenthood. Now there was a small person in her life who was wholly dependent on her, who would be impacted by every decision Elisabeth made.
Then I’d better make the right ones. “Do you like Steven?” she prompted.
Kaylee’s only answer was a barely perceptible shrug of her slim shoulders.
Oh, dear. “The two of you seemed to have fun at the zoo yesterday.”
The girl didn’t do anything so radical as smile, but her gaze brightened fractionally. “Monkeys are funny.” Then she shoved an entire cookie into her mouth. Was that her way of ending the conversation?
Sighing, Elisabeth told herself that Steven and Kaylee would have plenty of time to bond. At least they’d met now. Since nearly all of Elisabeth and Steven’s relationship had been long-distance, she’d refused to answer his proposal until he’d spent a couple of days with Kaylee. Elisabeth had pulled Kaylee from school early on Thursday and taken her to Albuquerque. By the time they’d arrived back home this morning, Elisabeth was officially engaged.
She’d wanted her parents and sister to hear the announcement first so they had time to work through their—misgivings—surprise and could help bolster Kaylee’s enthusiasm. That plan might not work as well as she’d hoped. Lina had looked downright betrayed by Elisabeth’s news, but surely she would remain positive in front of Kaylee? Over the past four months, Lina had proven herself a natural-born aunt.
An aunt who’s about to be nine hundred miles from her niece. Elisabeth and Steven wanted to get married before his upcoming promotion took him to California. Moving to neutral ground together, as a family, would give them the perfect fresh start. He’d suggested that after he got settled into his new job, they could take Kaylee to Disneyland.
Elisabeth debated whether mention of Disney would perk up the little girl, but decided to keep that as an ace in her sleeve. “Are you all done with the cookies Chef made you?” A surprising bond had formed between Kaylee and the lodge’s award-winning Chef Bates. Just that morning he’d delivered a small box of jelly-frosted spice cookies.
Kaylee nodded solemnly. “Can I go play?”
“Yes, but I’m here if you want to talk. About anything,” she encouraged. “Even monkeys.”
Her goddaughter silently slid from her chair and darted for freedom—only to retrace her steps and grab one last cookie before disappearing around the corner. Elisabeth didn’t have the heart to call her back and remind her to take a napkin. After moving from Denver to Cielo Peak earlier in the year and finally beginning to adapt, poor Kaylee was about to be shifted again. She’d earned the right to scatter a few crumbs through Elisabeth’s loft apartment.
Cookies and monkeys—I can do this. She’d made a promise to Michelle. Whatever it took, Elisabeth would raise a happy, well-adjusted daughter. But she was indescribably grateful that she would be married soon and wouldn’t have to do it alone.
Chapter Two
While tourists usually congregated in the surrounding resort bars, Cielo Peak locals favored Peak’s Pints. Especially on Tuesday nights, when pitchers of beer were only a dollar. Elisabeth scanned the crowded tavern for a free table. At least she had plenty of illumination for her search. The usual neon signs were supplemented by Christmas lights strewn all around the interior.
Her attention snagged on the cheerfully crooked Christmas tree next to the jukebox. Between extra hours during the lodge’s busy holiday season and her weekend trip to New Mexico, she hadn’t put up a tree yet. Would decorating one be fun for Kaylee, or would it simply remind the girl that she was facing her first Christmas without her mother?
“Hey!” Lina elbowed her in the side. “We’re here to celebrate, not stand in the doorway all night.”
“I’m looking for a place to sit. It’s packed. You see anything, Nic?”
Boutique owner Nicole Lewis had the best vantage point. While the Donnelly twins barely topped five foot three, Nicole was almost six feet tall. With her natural grace and high cheekbones, she looked more like someone who modeled clothes on a runway than someone who sold them.
“Back corner, follow me.” Wasting no time, Nicole strode in that direction.
They all hurried, hoping to secure the spot before anyone else took it, but they hadn’t gone far when a man rose from his chair to hug Lina. Lifelong experience had taught Elisabeth that her twin would probably pause to say hi to a half dozen more people along the way. Elisabeth continued on without her.
Shrugging out of her coat, she slid into the booth across from Nicole. Although her friend had only moved here four years ago, Elisabeth often felt as if they’d known each other their whole lives. “I know I said this over the phone already, but that’s not the same as face-to-face. Thank you for agreeing to be my maid of honor. The wedding plans are moving fast, and I really appreciate the help.”
“I’m flattered you asked me. But surprised you didn’t pick Lina.”
“Well, she’ll be a bridesmaid, of course. I know I can count on you. You have good attention to detail. Lina...” Elisabeth chose her words carefully. “...favors spontaneity.”
“Says the woman who shocked us all with her engagement,” Nicole teased.
“I admit the timing might seem sudden, but with Steven relocating to California in six weeks, taking this step now is logical.”
“I think you’ve said ‘logical’ ten times since you called me about the engagement.” Nicole propped her chin on her fist. “Know what I haven’t heard you say? Romantic. Passionate.”
Elisabeth grimaced. “I’ve had my share of passion.”
“You mean Justin Cade?” Even Nicole, the most loyal of friends, sounded a bit breathless when she mentioned Mr. Tall, Dark and Temporary. Where Justin was concerned, women easily lost their breath. And their good sense. And often their clothes.
“Right. That guy.”
“I never expected you to get over him so soon. Not to poke at emotional wounds, but you seemed destroyed when the two of you broke up over the summer.”
“I don’t like to dwell on that.” The memory of herself as fragile and weepy embarrassed her. She was a strong, intelligent woman, someone who was supposed to be a role model for Kaylee. “It’s been plenty of time to get over a guy—even one who thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”
Nicole looked unconvinced. “We’re talking about more than simple recovery after an ex. In less than six months, you healed your heartbreak, fell for someone else and decided to get married.”
“Steven and I have spent a lot of hours Skyping. You know how upset I was when Michelle died, and he was such an incredible listener. We’ve gotten to know each other, discussed our goals for the future. We’re not rushing into this blindly.” Since most of their relationship had been conducted long-distance, they’d skipped banal courting activities such as sitting through two-hour movies without speaking or dancing at clubs where they couldn’t hear each other over the music. Their time had been brief but effectively utilized. It was like the industrial-strength laundry detergent used by the lodge’s housekeeping staff—one didn’t need as much because it was so concentrated. “Why waste time when we both know what we want?”
“If you’re happy, then I’m thrilled for you. Truly. But I’ll miss you like crazy.”
Elisabeth blinked, feeling a burn in her throat that she hoped didn’t make it to her eyes. “Me, too.” Unlike her life-of-the-party sister who had a seemingly endless stream of casual buddies, Elisabeth’s friendships were generally limited to one or two people she trusted implicitly. How long would it take her to build new relationships?
They were interrupted by the waitress, who took their order for a pitcher and an appetizer sampler.
“If Lina doesn’t get here soon,” Elisabeth said, “I’m eating her share of the food.” She glanced back in the direction where she’d last seen her sister, then stiffened when she saw a familiar foursome of men.
“Something wrong?” Nicole followed her gaze until she, too, spotted Justin. “Oh. Speak of the devil.”
“In this case, literally.” Elisabeth scouted for the waitress—that cold beer couldn’t get here soon enough. “No matter. It’s a small town. Run-ins are inevitable in Cielo Peak.”
“But not in California.”
“What’s that sup—”
“Sorry I took so long,” Lina burbled, handing her purse and jacket to Nicole to add to the pile next to her. “Did I miss anything?”
“No,” Elisabeth said firmly. “I was just about to tell Nicole that I can’t wait for you both to meet Steven. He gets in Thursday night.”
He was spending a long weekend with her family before leaving to have Christmas with his folks. It would probably be the last holiday they each spent with their respective families.
“Looking forward to it,” Nicole said. She widened her smile to near-manic proportions, no doubt to make up for Lina’s marked silence.
Elisabeth was getting frustrated by her family’s lack of support. She knew this move wasn’t quite what they wanted for her, but these were the same people who had hinted she should settle down and have beautiful babies with Justin Cade. Clearly their judgment was flawed. Justin was never going to settle down. Instead of pining for the wickedly charming ski patroller with his piercing aquamarine eyes, Elisabeth had met a successful man with no commitment phobias.
“Definite progress,” she muttered.
“What about progress?” Lina asked.
Heat flooded Elisabeth’s face. She hadn’t meant to voice her thoughts, but she seized the moment anyway. “I’m making progress,” she said proudly. “My taste in men demonstrates personal growth. Steven is several evolutionary steps above my last boyfriend.”
When it looked as if Lina might protest, Nicole interjected, “We’re behind you one hundred percent. If your heart tells you Steven’s The One, then I’m sure you’re right.”
Elisabeth gave her friend a grateful smile even as she secretly rejected the sentiment. Follow her heart? No. She’d merrily tripped down that path before, smacking into an abrupt dead end. This time she was trusting her intellect.
Hadn’t her parents and teachers told her for years that her keen mind was her strongest asset? Smart people learned from their mistakes, and that’s precisely what Justin had been. A colossal mistake.
* * *
JUSTIN WAS NOT, by nature, maudlin or introspective—he preferred adjectives like fun and uncomplicated. But this year’s annual December gloom seemed even worse than in past years. Joining a few of his off duty search-and-rescue colleagues for a pitcher of beer might be just what he needed.
It looked like standing room only tonight. Apparently, a few teenagers had hoped that, in the chaos, they could slip in with fake IDs. Shaking his head, Justin watched as they were escorted to the back room, where the owner would call their parents. Dumb kids. They should have gone one county over where they wouldn’t have been recognized, the way he’d done at nineteen.
Trey Grainger, the oldest in Justin’s party, was shaking his head for other reasons. “How can anyone stand the volume in here? The noise is shattering my brain cells.”
Justin was glad for the buzz of boisterous conversation. If there was Christmas music playing, it was obliterated by the decibel level.
Chris Hyatt smirked at Trey. “If you don’t like the volume, you should have left your hearing aid in the truck with your cane. Problem solved.”
Trey was only forty, but Hyatt, all of twenty-three, constantly needled him about his age. Trey’s habitual response was to sock the rookie in the shoulder. Hard.
Tonight, Nate Washington responded before Trey could. He smacked Hyatt on the side of his blond head. “Don’t you know to respect your elders, son?” His eyes twinkled as he added, “How would you like it if some whippersnapper talked to your grandpa the way you do to Grainger?”
“Hey!” Trey objected. “I’m not anyone’s grandfather, and you damn well know it.”
Justin ignored the familiar banter while he searched for a place to sit. His group caught the gaze of Mr. Merriweather, a man who’d injured himself on a ski trail last winter. Nate and Trey had given him on-the-spot medical attention. Mr. Merriweather waved the patrollers over to the U-shaped booth he shared with his wife and another couple.
Mr. Merriweather rose from the booth. “We were just leaving. I insist you boys take our seats.” He pulled a dollar from his wallet. “Have a round on me.”
Nate thanked the man and reminded him to always ski with protective gear and well-maintained equipment. All four patrollers sat, with Justin and Trey on the ends. Justin was glancing around for a waitress when his gaze landed unerringly on Elisabeth Donnelly. She was seated with her back to him, but her posture tensed as if she could feel him watching.
He quickly looked away, suddenly wishing he’d gone straight home tonight.
Since when are you a wuss? He ran into ex-girlfriends in Cielo Peak on a daily basis. Every encounter was different—with some women, he was on good enough terms for a friendly hug; with a few, he kept his distance. But the chance sightings never unsettled him.
Thankfully, the three men he was with resumed their harmless bickering. Justin joined in, harassing Washington about how long it had been since his last date. By the time their beer arrived, Justin’s mood had improved.
Grainger kicked his foot under the table. “That leggy brunette at the end of the bar keeps eyeing you.” He sounded wistful.
Justin grinned. “I’m sure you were her first choice until she spotted your wedding ring. From way over there.”
The older man made a rude noise.
Justin didn’t try to make his glance covert. Instead, he simply turned and found the woman in question—a brunette in an off-the-shoulder sweater and a pair of skinny jeans, spinning her barstool in slow half circles. He smiled at her, and she fluttered her fingers in an encouraging wave.
Chris Hyatt was craning his neck, trying to get a look. “Anyone you know?”
“Nope. Never seen her before,” Justin said. “Which means she’s probably visiting and the polite thing to do would be to ask how she’s enjoying her stay. Or maybe she’s moved here, in which case I should welcome our newest citizen.” Either way, as a lifelong resident of Cielo Peak, it was practically his civic duty to go over there. Yet he remained where he was.
She’s not a redhead.
It was an insane thought. He’d always admired women of many different physical attributes, personalities and professions. He didn’t have a “type.” But his gaze strayed back to the corner where Elisabeth sat. The neon sign on the wall above her cast an otherworldly glow on her coppery hair. He toyed with the idea of taking the bull by the horns and marching to her table, just to prove to himself that he could. If it was true she’d gotten engaged, he could buy her table a bottle of whatever passed for champagne here.
He was mulling over the merits of this idea when Hyatt announced in an unsubtle stage whisper, “Incoming hottie.”
The brunette? Justin swiveled in his seat, then sighed heavily. Lina. What had he done to deserve being accosted by her twice in one week? He stood, putting some distance between him and his buddies, potentially shameless eavesdroppers.
With her hair in loose curls over the shoulder of her knit dress, it was understandable that some men found her attractive. But all Justin felt when he looked at her was mild exasperation and confusion about why people called her the pretty Donnelly.
He kept his voice low. “Come to yell at me some more?”
She wasn’t scowling tonight. Instead, she leaned into him, beaming as though he’d invented chocolate. “Do you know what I’ve realized? In the entire time we’ve known each other, I don’t think you’ve ever asked me to dance.” She put her hand on his arm and batted her lashes.
He was tempted to ask how many of the one-dollar pitchers she’d enjoyed. But her gaze was alert and stony, belying the flirtatious tone of her voice.
“So how about it?” she purred. “Dance with me?”
As different as the Donnelly twins were, he knew they were as loyal to each other as he was to his own siblings. There was absolutely no way Lina would hit on her sister’s ex-boyfriend, especially not right in front of Elisabeth. So what was going on?
Curiosity more than anything else prompted him to agree. “One dance.”
The music was mostly masked by the cacophony of a packed bar, but buried beneath the ambient noise was a discernible bass line. He let her lead the way onto the floor, rolling his eyes when she tottered in a pair of high heels that were ridiculous for December. “You’re going to sprain an ankle in those,” he predicted.
“Nonsense. They’re new. I’ll be fine once they’re broken in.” She shimmied and wriggled to the beat. “Besides, they make my legs look fabulous.” Pausing expectantly, she gave him a chance to agree, but he was unwilling to engage in the pseudo-flirting.
He retreated a step. “What are you up to?”
She sighed. “When I saw you at the ski shop, I’d just found out about Elisabeth’s engagement and my emotions got the best of me.”
“So you wanted to apologize?”
“Hell, no. Dancing with you serves a two-fold purpose. Elisabeth recently claimed she didn’t give a rodent’s butt who you date, and I’m challenging that assertion. Let’s see if my dancing with you bothers her.”
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