How We Dance

"We need to dance," Parker muttered, grabbing his hand and tugging him after her.

Jim didn't hesitate, just followed her onto the dance floor and sweeping her into a waltz. He soon realized she couldn't keep up and, remembering days of teaching Olivia how to dance, picked her up and balanced her on his feet. The mark was across the dance floor and he steered moved her in the direction. Once within reach, he spun her out then back, feeling her slip the mark's wallet into his suit jacket's inner pocket. For a moment they were face to face and he was all too aware of the feel of her body pressing against him. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"When we have some free time," he whispered as he swayed them off the dance floor. "I'm teaching you how to dance."

"I'd like that," she whispered back.