“Excuse me?” “I said, leave the radio on and dance with me.” Nope, he hadn’t misunderstood her the first time. “In the rain?” He frowned at the ridiculous suggestion. “Are you crazy?” “We’re going to get soaked anyway,” she reasoned. “So what’s the difference?” His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he tried to envision himself frolicking in the rain. He couldn’t picture it, because the thought defied logic. “You are crazy.” “Come on, Rafe,” she cajoled, sweet as honey. “Nobody will see us, and I promise not to tell a soul that we played in the rain.” Before he could issue another objection, she slipped from the truck and into the warm, summer rain. She stood in front of his headlights, which he hadn’t turned off yet, arms open wide and her face lifted toward the night sky as she spun around. The beam of light silhouetted her body, and made the drops of rain falling on her hair and face sparkle like diamonds. Pure male heat rumbled through him as the front of her dress grew damp, clinging to her breasts, waist and legs.
