Page 129 of It's Not PMS, It's You

He led me to the dance floor and spun me around.

We danced to the last minute and a half of the booty-shaking song.

It felt good to be with Nick.

No, it feltgreat.

I could feel my shoulders relax.

Just like that, I forgot about work again.

“Okay, last chance to dance!” the DJ said. “One more song before we say goodnight.”

Nick glanced toward the DJ and crossed his fingers. “Please be a slow one.”

I want it to be slow, too.

And it was.

The song was “Heaven” by Bryan Adams.

“Yes!” Nick pumped his fist in the air and pulled me in close.

I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying being in his arms again.

We swayed to the music, a smile on my face, as I listened to the lyrics that really hit home, talking about meeting someone who turned your life around.

That’s what it felt like Nick was doing for me.

“Thisis our song,” I let slip out before I could stop it.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Nick caressed the side of my face. “I’ve seen glimpses of the real you, an amazing person that I’m addicted to. You’re playful. You’re sweet. You’re funny. And when you’re in that blissful state, with no work on your mind, that makes you even more beautiful than you already are. So beautiful my heart can barely handle it.”

“You do that to me, Nicky.”

He kissed me again.

I melted a little more.

Looking into his eyes, I was curious about what Steve had told me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why did you not charge me enough when you submitted the bid to work on my backyard?”

He studied my face for a moment. “What makes you think I didn’t charge you enough?”

“Nicky?”

He chuckled. “Fine.” He sighed, thinking about it. “Honestly, I don’t really need the money.”

Wow.

Steve was right.

“And if you don’t need money, why do you work?”

I was pretty sure I knew the answer but wanted to hear from him.