Dances of Angels
By: Dana Lynn
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Chapter 11
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::Riiiiiiiing”::

Dakota ran to answer the door, running from Courtney’s room, or as it should be referred to as, the disaster area.

“Hey Lance” Dakota smiled, while opening the door. Flowers? Was he serious? God, why weren’t the guys she dated like this? Damn, Court lucked out. Dakota led Lance into the living room.

“She should be down soon. I think her closet blew up in there, but she’s unharmed.” Dakota joked. “Well, that’s good to hear!” Lance laughed.

Fifteen minutes later, Courtney trotted down the steps. Lance stood, and couldn’t hide the smile from his face even if even he tried. Lance and Courtney headed out, leaving Dakota to herself.

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Dakota sank into the overly plush sofa in the living room and flicked on the TV. Channel surfing got old real quick.
“Great” she said aloud to herself. “Nothing better than having the house to yourself and there’s nothing on TV.”

She picked herself up from the sofa and grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge to pour herself a glass. “Drinking alone” She laughed. “Never a good sign.” Dakota made her way back to the living room just in time for the doorbell to ring.

“Damn, man. And I was getting so good at entertaining myself.” She remarked ironically. She opened the door to reveal JC standing there, with his back toward her. He turned around to her confused face and smiled.

“I was bored.” He admitted. “I hoped you might be home.” “Ya did, huh?” she laughed. “Come in. Of course I feel weird saying that knowing you’ve lived her longer than I have.”

“Well… it’s ok. That was a long time ago” he smiled. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” he asked her. “No. No, just drinking alone.” She admitted. “Ah. Never a good sign.” He smirked, laughing. “Tell me about it” Dakota answered, rolling her eyes. “Wanna join me?” “Yeah, sure.” He said, following her into the kitchen.

He watched her in silence as she poured him a glass of wine. Did he make a mistake by coming here? He hoped she didn’t get the wrong idea. Of course, what idea did he think he was giving here, coming over when he knew she’d be alone? No matter. He was here now, and he intended to make the most of it.

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