To read the previous Twirl, go here.

For my new Invisible Friends, Twirl is the story of a feisty, sassy ballerina named Vivi and her handsome cowboy named Wade. After falling in love swaying on the dance floor to the sound of a fiddle and steel guitar, the couple have stumbled onto a old Texas legend that might possibly lead to riches! On top of everything, Vivi is fighting her controlling father and over involved dance teacher, who are trying to trap her into a life she may not want. Add in a mysterious secret with her mother, a scheming evil boy in her dance class and regular teen angst and you’ve got DRAMA!

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Vivi stared out the windshield, unable to believe her eyes. Damien smirked and she snarled. Wade glanced out the windshield and swore. His blue eyes narrowed.

“What the hell is that creep doing here?”

“I don’t know,” Vivi muttered. Gritting her teeth together, she jerked open the car door. With the letter still clutched in her hand, she stormed over to Damien.

“Vivi,” he drawled in a voice meant to be sexy. “Imagine finding you here in the boondocks.”

Vivi shoved her palm into his chest. “What the hell are you doing here?” she barked.

Damien fluttered his long eyelashes. “Is your redneck boyfriend not happy to see me?”

“Answer the question, Damien,” Vivi snarled. “I’ve had a long day and I’m really not in the mood for this.”

Damien’s eyes dropped and he shifted his gaze. “It’s a family reunion,” he said in a bored tone. “It’s my grandparent’s 50th wedding anniversary and for some reason, they dragged us all out to this God forsaken hell hole.” His gaze shifted to a leer. His eyes traveled up and down her body, lingering on the bodice of her sundress. “What are you doing here? Are you the entertainment?”

Vivi lunged at him, but a warm hand pulled her back. Wrapping around her front, Wade lifted her off her feet and placed her behind him.

“In return for me saving your life,” he spat at Damien, “I’ll ask you nicely to be polite to Vivi. Next time, guest or no guest, I’ll make you pay. Understood?”

Damien threw back his head and laughed, showing the whites of his teeth. “Is this the part where I suggest we have a drawl?” he said in a mocking tone. “Shall I take ten paces and turn?”

Wade’s jaw tightened. Through the back of his cotton Western shirt, Vivi saw the muscles in his back ripple with restraint. Without another word, he grabbed her hand and walked away.

“Oh Vivi?” Damien called. She and Wade turned. With a smirk, Damien spoke low enough for them to hear. “I heard you skipped practice today. I wonder what Mrs. Angelson would think of all this.”

“Damien, I swear if you say a single word”– Vivi hissed. Damien held up a hand, his eyes glittering.

“I’ll stay quiet,” he drawled with a pleased smirk. “For now. But you owe me, Vivi.” His eyes flicked to Wade and his smile grew larger. “I look forward to collecting my debt.”

It took the promise of peanut butter ice cream and research about the letter to keep Vivi from wrapping her hands around his throat. Fuming, she let Wade pull her through the throngs of people. After passing a large pavilion and barnyard full of prancing horses, she finally trusted herself to speak without screaming.

“Was he telling the truth?” she asked as they walked past the crowd. Wade tipped his hat to a group of ladies and nodded. “I talked to J.W., the manager. My grandpa rents this part of the ranch out for events. Apparently, they’re getting a lot of money for this one. That’s the only reason I didn’t stir up a fuss. He needs it.”

Vivi’s interest was peaked, but she stayed quiet. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Wade’s forehead wrinkled.

“Everything,” Vivi muttered. “My dad, my dance teacher, now Damien…it seems like every time I finally feel happy, they spoil everything. It’s just annoying.”

“Ghosts only chase you if you let them, darling,” Wade told her. “You just got to learn to run faster.” Seeing her nose wrinkle, he pulled her closer to him. “You know what?”

“What?” Vivi asked, biting her lip. She could feel the heat from his chest against her fingertips. The stubble on his chin brushed her forehead as he looked down.

“This is the first day we’ve been together we haven’t danced,” Wade murmured. “And I was thinking…”

Vivi swallowed, unable to speak. Wade’s blue eyes locked on to hers, the edges crinkling as he smiled.

“Ol’ Bullet Bill would have done anything for one last dance,” Wade said in a low voice. “And I’d hate to miss my chance with you.”

“This isn’t our last dance,” Vivi blurted out. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. She had never been very good at intimate moments. “And there’s no music or dance floor,” she muttered.

Wade laughed and took his hand in hers, than put his arm around her waist. “Did you ever just think I wanted to dance with you?” he asked. Spinning her around, they settled into a gentle sway in the middle of the dusty yard.

“What about dinner?” Vivi asked. “What about the letter?”

Wade grinned. “We got all the time we need,” he said.

And for that moment, all Vivi cared about was twirling.

Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! Tomorrow you’ll hear of a fabulous new celebration here at the Pond! Then we have a whole week of whimsical fun coming up! Stay tuned!

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