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‘Do you want to dance?’

Alice stopped tapping her foot and turned to Hugh, who had caught her unawares.

His appearance was startling to her every sense. It still seemed impossible that he had returned to Swaffham. And after all this time it should have been impossible to be so affected by him. And yet she was.

Tonight his clothes were as fine as any nobleman’s. But none of them softened the hard slant of his jaw or his piercing storm-filled gaze.

‘Which dance?’ Her eyes strayed to the lock of hair that fell loose and soft over his forehead.

There was a quirk to his lips. ‘The one that is beginning now.’

Aware of eyes on their exchange, Alice carefully chose her words. ‘Yes, I would like to dance.’

‘Then let us begin,’ Hugh said, taking her hand in a sure grip.

His palm pressed to hers and their hands entwined, his callused fingertips brushing her wrist. He drew her closer as they joined the other dancers, holding her for longer than the dance provided. It was a dance she knew well, but for the first time somehow she didn’t know it at all.