They weren't at a dance club, but the music wasn't bad. It was a slow one this time, but it had a good beat. James started to move as he stepped back toward the dance floor, encouraging her to sway with him. He didn't recognize the piece, but that was fine.
Pulling her near without wanting to seem possessive, he closed his eyes and let the music take him. The feel of her body moving with his was the best. It helped distract him from the week he'd had at work - the boring stake-outs, the final move on the perp - and reminded him that he was alive.