As Ethan led her through the crowd to the tiny patch of dance floor not already packed with Clay's fangirls, Miranda felt all the eyes in the room fall to them. She wondered if Ethan knew what he'd done by asking her to dance here, now, with most of Wishful's single gals present to see. His intention might have been a simple dance, but he was effectively declaring his interest in the most public fashion possible. Since it was exactly what she wanted, she wasn't going to complain.
He pulled her into his arms with an easy twirl that said he'd done this many times before. She bumped up against him and was reminded of that day in the diner. She'd thought way too much about the feel of his hands on her since that day. As they curved around her waist and her hand, she knew that wasn't going to change anytime soon. He had good, strong hands.
"Sorry about the belt."