DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

My therapist said it was my way of dealing with the
death of my parents – chasing perfection and wanting to
always be in control.
Right now, everything was happening the opposite of
what I wanted.
“So, we need to find me a new dance partner?” I
questioned Bea.
“Even if we do, who’s going to learn the dance in less
than seven days?” She took a shuddering breath and let it
out. “It’s not possible.”
“Nothing is ever impossible,” I said.
“Your optimism is admiring but not suitable for the
situation since we are thoroughly fucked!”
“I’ll find a dance partner,” I announced with conviction.
There was no giving up after we’d come this far. The event
was happening. Owen was hurt, but we had to find a way to
make it work.
And I knew exactly who was going to help me.
Even if I was about to hear him grumble about it for the
rest of our lives.
“Lila–”
“I know someone.”
“Who?” she asked suspiciously.
My corner of my lips curled up. “Maddox.”
I had struck Bea into silence, only her breathing could
be heard over the phone.
“You’re serious?” she whispered, as if we were sharing a
secret.
“Yup.”
“Holy shit. You mean, The Maddox, right?”
“Yup.” I grinned harder.
“Holy shit,” she said again.
We said our goodbyes, and I walked back inside the
club. Maddox was going to hate it, but I knew he’d never
say no to me.