Chapter 3

Elena blinked at him, unsure of what to say and surprised about how direct he was. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t have a chance to say anything before Emily chipped in.

“Yes, she would really like to dance. Wouldn’t you, Elena?” Emily asked, with an evil, mischievous smile on her face.

Elena narrowed her eyes in her sister’s direction, and watched as Emily laughed out loudly before returning her attention to Daniel. “Sure,” she told Chandler, “But just so you know, I’m a terrible dancer,”

He smiled at her then. “For some reason, I find that very hard to believe,”

“I’m serious,” Elena insisted,

“Then I guess you don’t have anything to worry about because you see, Elena,” he leaned closer to her ear, so close that every hair on her body became erect, “I’m a terrible dancer too so I guess we’ll figure it out there,”

Thankfully, he moved away so she could stop holding her breath and she smiled at him. Chandler stood, then held out his hand to her. E