Rhys and I were elbowing each other for mirror time when music suddenly blared throughout the bus’s speaker system. He and I exchanged a glance before both groaning in unison. “AJ, not that Mexican shit again!” I shouted.

From time to time, AJ insisted on torturing us with the Banda type music he grew up on until we gave him enough hell to turn it off. I poked my head out of the bathroom door. “Dude, seriously, I can’t take—”

Before I could give him anymore grief about the music, the sight of AJ dancing with Abby stunned me silent. Well, it wasn’t your traditional dancing or the dry humping kind I was used to at clubs or concerts. It was the kind I used to see when I went to AJ’s family parties. AJ could seriously put the dudes on Dancing with the Stars to shame. He’d been born with a natural rhythm that enhanced his drum playing. Not to mention that when he danced, he had that whole effortless Latin hip swishing and swaying thing that made women’s panties melt. But at the moment, I wasn’t so concerned with AJ’s moves as I was with Abby’s. Leaning against the doorway, I watched as she danced as effortlessly as AJ. Even with the trickier steps, she kept up, matching his fluid movements. I was treated to quite a floor show considering the hem of Abby's dress twirled provocatively back and forth, giving me a great view of her killer legs.    

Scratching the stubble along on my jaw, I couldn’t help wondering if she could do that with her hips standing up just what all she could do flat on her back.

           

AJ caught my eye and winked. “She’s a natural, isn’t she?”

           

“Oh yeah, she can move.”

          

 Forgetting about fixing my hair, I stepped closer to them. “Where did you learn to do that, Angel?”

Without missing a step, Abby replied, “Over the years, we lived in several places in Mexico---Guadalajara, Mexico City. I was just a kid then, but I went to lots of parties. Everyone wanted to teach the little blonde Gringa how to dance.” She giggled. “And since my brothers were older than me and wanted to impress the chicks, they recruited me as a partner. So in the end, you pick up on things.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m seriously impressed. You’re a true triple threat—you sing, you play guitar, and you dance."

AJ shimmied Abby across the grungy bus floor. “She’s a quadruple threat because she’s fine as hell too!”

Abby rolled her eyes, but she still let AJ spin her around and then dip her low as the song came to a close.

As she lay reclined in his arms, I asked, “Tell me, is there anything you can’t do, Angel?”

           

“Hmm, pass my nursing exams or find a decent guy?”

AJ groaned. “You got one right here, mi amor! Say the word, and we can reenact this entire scene later…in the bedroom.”

Abby swatted his chest playfully. “You promised to stop with the sex stuff. A gentleman, remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered glumly as he pulled her back up.

            

And the song AJ and Abby are dancing to Los Caminos de le Vida, which has some significance for Jake later on.....