“Sorry,” she said. “Got distracted. What do I want in return for not dancing with a handsome guy who will no doubt make me feel beautiful and wanted?”
“To kick me in the balls? Because that’s where I feel like this conversation is headed.”
She chuckled. “I don’t know. I like your British accent, but it’s the deepness of your voice that makes it really hot. Kicking you in your man parts might have an effect on that quality.” Tara tapped her chin. “All right, I’ve got it.”
“This sounds serious,” Elias said.
“In exchange for every declined slow dance that I give you, you must answer a question, any question, with the absolute truth.”
There was a pause, and then he asked, “When will the questions begin?”
“Right now.”
“He’s already asked you to dance?” Elias’s voice rose just a hair. “Is
