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He dipped her backward, sideways, and quickstepped her about to the tinkling tune. At times his broad hand slid up her back. Once he drew her forward so that her apron’s bodice grazed his plaid shirt.

Still, the most intimate step of the promenade was when he held her at arm’s length and simply gazed into her eyes.

A meeting of bodies was tantalizing, but a meeting of souls… Well, that was spellbinding.

Was she a fool to be drawn in when there was no future for them?