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Natasha found herself facing Mario.

‘You’ve danced with everyone else,’ he observed. ‘Will it ever be my turn?’

‘Not until you ask me.’

‘No,’ he said. ‘I’m not going to ask you.’

But as he spoke his arm went around her waist in a grip too firm for her to resist, even if she had wanted to.

Once before they had danced together. One night in Venice, when they had been having supper at an outdoor café in St Mark’s Square, a band had started to play and before she’d known it she’d been waltzing in his arms.

‘Is this all right?’ he’d whispered.

‘I’ll let you know later,’ she had teased.

It had lasted only a few minutes, and she had promised herself that one day she would dance with him again. But the next day they had broken up and it had never happened again. Until now.

It was unnerving to feel his arms about her, his hand on her waist, holding her close. Her heart was beating softly but fervently. She glanced at him, trying to know if he felt the same. Would he invite her to dance with him again?