"I've accused of being many things," Cade said with a quirk of his lips as he took Angelina's hand. "Blunt being the mildest of them."
He led her on to the dancefloor, listening as she tried to reassure him about her dancing skills. But as he turned to her and pulled her close - closer than was probably necessary or polite - Cade wasn't concerned. "Don't worry," he said, the two words not so much reassuring as they were dismissive. "I'll lead." As he did just that as the next song started, one hand gripping Angelina's hand in a firm yet gentle hold while the other pressed against the small of her back to keep her tight against him.