“Yeah,” she said, looking down in a half-hearted effort to hide her smile. That was what she liked about being around him. There was no worry about what to say or do. She let go of his hand and moved to the table, picking up a CD case. “I had to get help making it but I thought you’d like it. It’s mostly just songs we’ve danced to before.”
Leo took it from her and smiled. The cover had two dancers, and whether it was intentional or just by the person who compiled the disk, it was still tasteful and relevant. He turned the case over to see the songs and his smile only grew. “Y'know me well,” he murmured. There were several songs by Don Omar, some of their favorite Pitbull mixes, and of course Nikki. Looking up at her at last he said, “Is part of y'gift giving the mix a test run?” There was a glint of mischief in his eyes. If they danced around the room, his hardwood floor was going to be a dense flowerbed by the time they were finished.
