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Leann stepped closer, still swaying, seeming not to care that he was holding both her hands.

They were soft and warm, and he had the feeling that if he let go, he would spend the rest of the night trying to reclaim them. He could tell she didn’t want him to do anything but what they were doing. Standing on the dance floor, gazing at each other, touching, with a half smile on her face.

He got it. She was as torn as he was.

But she still didn’t move away from him. Maybe because they were in a sea of adolescents, maybe because the music was a little nostalgic, maybe because she was off duty as a cop or maybe because she wasn’t sure who he really was: friend, foe, stranger, admirer.

Sometimes he wasn’t sure, either.

And Gary’s feet refused to leave the dance floor.