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Alf glowed with pleasure. “Now you dance.” He took Seth’s large hand and placed it in Rose’s.

When she slipped her hand into his, Seth straightened and hesitantly began guiding her in wide circles.

“See? I told you. You’re dancing.” Alf was jittery with excitement.

“We’ve made at least one person happy,” Rose commented, nodding toward the boy.

Seth didn’t immediately answer. Then, squeezing her hand gently and drawing her a bit closer, he said, “Maybe two, or dare I hope, three?”

Her heart fluttered out of all proportion to the words he’d spoken, words she wasn’t sure how to interpret. Caught up in the spell of the moment, she couldn’t think how to answer him.

Just as the music ceased, she heard him mumble, “Well, two anyway.”

As she moved toward a vacant seat, the next dance began.

“Quite a lad,” Seth said, sitting down beside her.

“He adores you, Seth.” As do I.