Chapter 23

They could talk, he decided. Maybe that would stop the blood in his body from rushing south and giving him a full blown erection.

"Still a good dancer, I see?" he said to her.

Chloe lifted her head a little so she could stare at him. "I have never been a good dancer, " she replied, with a slight frown. "I dance... A little... I guess, but saying I'm good at it is just an exaggeration."

He didn't reply, instead he stared at her for some seconds and smiled. The corners of his eyes crinkled. Good grief, she thought, but Timothy Kavell was a gorgeous man. She tried not to inhale his scent, nor to warm herself in his heat or drink in the richness of his dark eyes. But it was so difficult, especially since she wanted to absorb his essence clear down to her bones.

"I have never known you to be modest, Chloe, " he said finally.

Chloe averted her eyes and focused her gaze on the couple behind him. "I wasn't being modest. I never was, but if you think I am now, w