“Perfect. I’ll be by first thing tomorrow to pick them up.” Gray tilted his head toward the dance floor. “How about a dance?”
She lifted each of his hands and examined them. “You’re not holding any snakes, so I guess it’s safe.”
Gray threw back his head and laughed again. “You’re never going to forgive me for that, are you?”
“Nope.” Thanks to Gray and the garter snake he’d dropped on her head one day, she still got uneasy around snakes.
He helped her up. “I promise no snakes. Besides, I’ve learned women prefer to be surprised with jewelry instead.”
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