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Darling, Dance with Me(7)
Author: Aisling Magic

And I shrug. “It wasn’t bad.”

#MyNoseIsGrowing

He chuckles, shaking his head. Placing his hands on the table, he leans closer, and I notice all the muscles flexing and vein designs on his arms. “We’ve got eight more weeks to go, darling. You better brace yourself.” He winks and leaves.

#HeCalledMeDarling

#IDied

 

 

SIX


#MyCarBrokeDown

My car broke down.

I stomp back to the dorm and scream at a sleeping Candee, “YOU BROKE MY CAR?”

Candee jolts. Her hair is glued with drool on half her face, and the rest is covered in red marks. She sits up, her wide eyes focusing on me. “What?” she whispers, her face still in shock.

“My car,” I growl, fixing my accusing glare on her.

She takes a few seconds to process my words, and then the smile that appears on her face could beat the sun in terms of brightness.

“Your car?” she asks in disbelief, her voice hoarse.

I roll my eyes, wishing I’d learned more swear words from Candee by now.

She grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Please tell me it’s broken enough so that we can take it to Garner’s,” she pleads, hope shining in her eyes.

Broken enough? Did she just say that? Shaking my shock away, I scowl. “Did you do it?”

Her smile subdues. “Me? I’ll never do that to you,” she exclaims. Her eyes are wide, and she looks a little hurt by my accusation.

“Damn,” I mutter and sit down on the bed. I spent this month’s money on the dance classes, and now I’ll have to ask Dad for more money.

“I have Garner’s number if you’ll need it,” Candee provides, and my anger dissipates. My lips twist, and I turn toward Candee to see she’s smiling too.

Candee was right, I guess. It can’t be just coincidence for her to meet Nicholas at the store, then the dance class, and now the broken car. Maybe it’s fate disguised as a matchmaker.

“Where did you get that number, Candee dearest?”

“I googled Garner’s.” She shrugs, and her smile turns sheepish.

I burst out laughing. “Yeah, I need the number now.”

“Um, if you don’t mind, can I get towed with the car too? I’d like to see if they’ll repair the car well or not.” A Cheshire smile appears on her face. “Just being a good friend.”

I chuckle. “I can see that. But, yeah, you can.”

She squeals and grabs my hand again. “Can I borrow your clothes too?”

I shake my head and get up from the bed, removing my hand from her grasp. “Brush your teeth.” I look at her in the mirror, and we’re both smiling over my broken car.

***

The cab stops outside the studio.

“I’m so pissed right now,” Candee mutters, and I roll my eyes for the fiftieth time today. “I don’t think I’ll be able to look at him without kicking his balls.”

We walk toward the entrance. “Maybe he’s not interested, Candee.”

When Candee came back from Garner’s today, her face held a murderous look. After some careful questioning, I learned that Nicholas didn’t even look at her when she went to deliver the car. She tried to talk to him, but he replied in curt and short answers, which pissed her off.

She huffs, refusing to believe that Nicholas is not into her. “He’s just so oblivious. It’s annoying.”

“I don’t know what to say, Candee.”

“He’s not even that attractive.”

I chuckle.

She groans as we walk inside. “I’ll be back,” Candee says and walks away, leaving me partner-less.

I stand in the same spot, feeling awkward when an older woman approaches me. “Hi,” she greets. “I’m Agatha.”

“Kaci.” We shake hands.

She points at a bald man wearing a gray suit. He’s using his hands a lot to explain things, but I can’t see him actually speaking. “That’s my husband, Anthony. He can’t speak,” she clarifies, and my gaze swings back to her.

“Oh …” I have no idea what to say to her, so I just bite my lips, trying to find something to tell her.

“We interacted with some of the people here last week, but you and your friend left early, so I wanted to introduce myself.”

“That’s nice. My friend’s name is Candee.” I look around, but there’s no sign of her. “She must be somewhere,” I mutter, looking to see if Nicholas is around. He’s not. Oh-oh.

“Hello, sexy,” Remi drawls, and my heart kabooms.

I turn around with wide eyes and stare at him. Sexy. He called me sexy! OMG! My lungs expand to force the intake of air.

“Hello, handsome,” Agatha greets.

I cringe and deflate. He was talking to her, not me. Idiot. My cheeks heat.

“Hi, Kaci.”

“Hi.”

“I see that you made it today,” he comments, looking at my T-shirt.

I pinch my lips together to suppress a smile. Today, I’m wearing a white T-shirt with “Killin’ it” written in pink. His lips spread into a wonderful smile, and my heart sighs. He has a beautiful smile.

“Please excuse me. Anthony is calling me,” Agatha says, eyeing Remi and me before leaving.

“See. I told you we wouldn’t be late,” an older lady enters the hall along with a handsome young guy. I don’t remember seeing them last week.

I turn my attention back to Remi. “They’re dance partners?”

“Yeah. Mrs. Nickman and her neighbor, Jeremy.”

I raise my eyebrows and look at the couple again. The grandma-looking Mrs. Nickman slaps Jeremy on his arm, and the latter laughs, placing a hand around her shoulders and walking her to the seats.

“You’ve got some interesting students here.” I scan the room and settle my gaze back on Remi.

“It’s not just a class. It’s saving a marriage, forming a new friendship, living their last days.” His intense eyes burn into me. “Mrs. Nickman’s husband was an alcoholic and abused her for years. Last year, he died after suffering from cancer. Jeremy enrolled himself and Mrs. Nickman because she deserves to have fun after a lifetime of misery.”

He scans the class until his gaze rests on a second couple. “Agatha and Anthony have been married for thirty-five years. They have four children, but none of them visit. Anthony has been suffering from throat cancer for the last three years, and they don’t know how much time they have left, so dancing is just a pinch of sweetness in a sea of sorrows.”

Dullness overwhelms my heart as I continue to look at the couple. Agatha whispers something in Anthony’s ear. His eyes widen, and he turns his smile toward his wife. Agatha’s grin turns wicked, and she raises an eyebrow at her husband before bursting out laughing.

Remi nods toward a man who is missing his left arm and standing next to a beautiful woman. “That’s Lionel and Sarah. Sarah’s husband was an army officer. Sarah was his nurse. They fell in love and married last year.”

I allow myself to smile, my gaze lingering on the couple a little longer.

“But then,” Remi continues, “Sarah’s husband got killed in an attack.”

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