Only Wanna Dance With You

One weekend. No names. No complications.

That was the deal we made. But the moment she sat beside me at the hotel bar, I wanted her to complicate the hell out of my life. I agreed to all her terms but one. I wanted her name.

She promised to give it to me before checkout. She lied. She snuck out without a trace, leaving me to wonder if the best weekend of my life had been a figment of my imagination.

Now, two years later, she’s here. In my town. At my store. Only she didn’t come looking for me. In fact, her arrival is nothing more than a coincidence. With the anger I’ve bottled up since the morning she ditched me threatening our shot at a second chance, I know I have to take control of the situation.

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