Read 5 Stars Amazon Review http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Crush-Mickie-Sherwood-ebook/product-reviews/B00QQFBW1Y/ "Sorry for the distraction." The table legs scraped when he hurriedly pushed back in his wheelchair.
"She's one hell of a distraction." Craig paused to look at Tank. Appreciation glinted in Tank's eyes.
"No disrespect, man." Tank laughed. "You should see your face. I mean, you know what they say. Age ain't nothing but a number."
The comment posed a concern for Craig. "I'd better get back in there before I have to fight my way out."
"Knowing my crew like I do," Tank concurred , "yeah, you'd better."
Craig brought up the rear, and screeched to a halt after he crossed the threshold to the house. Ashley no longer hovered like a wallflower. Her evocative sway caused light to shimmer across the material of her eye-catching red dress. She stepped in perfect timing to the bouncy tune gyrating the airwaves. Craig noticed that her dance partner did most of the work. Obviously, he didn't seem to mind.
For once in a long, long time, Craig felt at a disadvantage. Should he make his presence known ? Or not? Ashley needed to know her own power. There wasn't a doubt she enjoyed herself. The beauty of her smile spoke volumes. Rather than spoil her fun, he wheeled to an out-of-the-way corner to wait. It took effort to keep his chair from becoming an obstruction.
When Craig looked up again, Ashley was headed his way.
"How did it go?" Her upbeat, breathy tone blended with the music.
"Had to reschedule."
"What? Why?"
"Tank said I was distracted."
"Were you?"
He had to admit the truth. "Yes."
Ashley spun in a circle, appearing to search the room. "Come with me." She grabbed his hand to start his motion. "Excuse us. May we pass, please?" She let him have his hand back. "Gangway… coming through."
Craig was able to squeeze through the mob as she bulldozed a path. "My kind of girl."
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