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Rafe took Bri’s hand and pulled her to her feet before she could renege. “We have the entire evening to convince your feet to cooperate.”

This time when he put his arms around her she was much more relaxed. He held her close, the welcome feel of her breasts pressed to his chest making him question his sanity. What spell had this woman cast on him?

“You are no novice at dancing. You move like a gentle wind.”

A misstep landed her on his right foot. “Thank you for breaking my concentration,” Bri said.

“There is no need to concentrate. Just follow me. I will not lead you astray.”

“And what if I don’t have such a good partner next Saturday?”

The sudden thought of her in another man’s arms made him crazy. “I will be there to rescue you.”

“I don’t need a chaperone.”

He shrugged and urged her to lay her head on his shoulder. Her face was too close, her full pink lips too tempting. The desire to kiss her battled his common sense. “It is merely an excuse.”

She drew her head back again to look at him. “An excuse for what?”

“To be with you.”