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She’s a dancer fleeing the ultimate betrayal
He’s a billionaire running from the spotlight
The gossip
The paps
The fortune hunters
He’s her surly neighbor
She’s his sunshine neighbor
Who does yoga in her yard
He’s not looking for love
She wants no part of romance
But chemistry–and Mustang Prairie–has other plans

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EXCERPT

There was just one thing to do.

Dance.

Dancing had been a big part of my life for as long as I could remember. At first, it was because Mom had pinned all of her dreams of ballerina stardom onto me, and then I danced to escape from the nonstop fighting between my parents. Over the years, I’d danced everything from ballet to salsa, hip hop, and ballroom dancing. I danced it all, competed plenty and became certified to teach everything.

Including Zumba.

The first strains of a pop song began and I took my starting position in the corner so that I could make full use of the studio space. I didn’t have any particular choreography in mind as my body began to move, I just…moved. I leapt and spun around the room as one song changed to another upbeat tempo. My body flowed like water over stone, smooth yet unyielding against the beat. Each beat pulsed through my veins and found the rhythm for me. As it always did, the music wiped away the day’s worries and replaced them with pure joy.

I didn’t think about my mom, three times divorced because rather than deal with her depression, she got married. Again and again. I didn’t think about my father with his continuous stream of casual girlfriends. And I for damn sure didn’t think about the treacherous jerk who’d broken my heart and my faith in love and relationships.

I only thought about my form and the music from one corner of the room to the next. I used a pas de bourée to transition to my next move and spun around three times. My skin was slick all over and my breaths came in short pants until the music ended and my feet stopped, holding the position as any trained dancer would.

Applause sounded behind me, louder enough that it echoed inside the studio. “That was beautiful.”

I knew that voice well. It belonged to one of the few people I knew in town, my grumpy neighbor. Rex Masters was good looking. Too good looking if you asked me with his thick blond hair, worn short on the sides and stylishly long on top, and those pale green eyes looked otherworldly thanks to his perma-scowl. He was a big man, with broad shoulders, thick thighs, and strong arms. I didn’t know much about him except that he was gorgeous and grumpy. “Rex.” His name left my lips on a breathless sigh. My heart skipped a beat and then pounded against my ribcage like it wanted to break out. “Thank you.”

He leaned casually against the door frame of the studio with his legs crossed at the ankles, an inscrutable expression on his face. “You’re good.”

I imagined that in his real life, whatever that was, those two words counted as big praise. To me, it sounded more like surprise, as if he was shocked I was actually good at something. Issues, much? Yeah, I had big issues. “I know.”

His lips twitched but he never unleashed the full smile, which was probably a small mercy for me. “Are you a trained dancer?”

“I am,” I answered easily even though my body felt anything but easy. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was incredibly handsome or the simple fact that he wasn’t his usual grumpy self, but it threw me off. “Been dancing since I was a little girl.”

Rex nodded, his green gaze raked over my body so heavy I swear I felt it as surely as if he’d touched me. “You don’t look old enough to be so good.”

“Yet I am,” I assured him with a defiant smile. “Or was that your way of asking my age?”

This time, he smiled fully. “I’m not nearly naïve enough to ask a woman that question. No matter how young she looks.”

Again, I wasn’t sure if he was flattering me or making fun of me. “Thanks, I think. Do you dance?”

He lifted his broad shoulders and let them fall. “Occasionally and only when I can’t get out of it.”

I laughed. “So you don’t like to dance. I guess that means you won’t be signing up for any of my classes.”

“Ah, no,” he laughed. “Don’t tell them I said so but those old ladies terrify me.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

Something flashed in his eyes, and then it was gone, replaced by the scowl I’d become oh so familiar with. Rex stepped back, hitched up his bag, before leaving without a word.

Now that was the Rex I’d become familiar with since I landed in Mustang Prairie.

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