"What's up?"

"Just follow me." Sadie was looking conspiratorial, and he was aching to find out what was on her mind, so follow her he did. They'd made it onto the dance floor before he realized it was a trap. She swung around, placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his hip.

"Dance with me," she said, that smile never leaving her face.

"I don't --" he started to reply.

"You do now," she said, almost growling through her pearly white teeth. "If he tries to touch me, I'll rip his arms off and then you'd have to arrest me. Do you have any idea the kind of...