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simple—one, two, rock step.”
    He had to show her several times before the rock step began to sink in. “Loosen up. You’ve got to let yourself feel the connection. Try not to think so hard.”
    Melody stumbled. “I don’t know about this. Swing seems so corny.”
    â€œCorny? The swing? No way. It’s the most versatile dance of them all. I bet you didn’t know that you can swing to hip-hop music.” He pulled the remote from his pocket and the CD switched to a pounding beat. Will continued to lead her through the basic pattern.
    Melody wrinkled her nose. “Hip-hop isn’t exactly my thing.”
    He twirled her around then spun her around his back. “Oh that’s right, goth girls are more into metal, right?”
    â€œI’m not much for labels, but yeah, I like rock, punk, alternative…”
    â€œHmm, I’ve never tried to swing to punk music before. Maybe if you bring some in, we could try it out.”
    She regarded him with a wary eye. “Maybe.”
    â€œThere you go.” He led her around the room. “You’re getting the hang of it now.”
    He watched Melody trying to fight back her grin. “It’s all right, I guess,” she said.
    Feeling her confidence growing, Will led her into more complicated steps. Melody followed along like a pro.
    â€œI have to know, what made you want to take ballroom-dancing lessons?” he asked, pulling her close.
    Melody scoffed. “Do I look like someone who would want ballroom-dancing lessons? No, I’m the maid of honor in my sister’s circus—I mean wedding . I think she only gave me the title in order to inflict girly tortures upon me—ballroom dancing, pointy-toed shoes, hot rollers…”
    The image of Melody in pink taffeta and ruffles scowling at her sister from the front of a church sent a rush of laughter up from his diaphragm. He missed a beat, throwing them off for a second. “Come on, it isn’t that bad, is it?”
    â€œOh, it’s going to be bad. My family gets one favor and this is it. I only have to be presentable for a few hours,” she muttered through clenched teeth.
    Will laughed. “Well, don’t worry about a thing. I’ll make sure you’re the belle of the ball.”
    Right on queue, Melody faltered. “I’ll settle for not falling on my butt.”
    â€œNo problem.” He lowered her into a steep dip so that she was barely skimming the floor, then he whisked her up into a graceful turn.
    His hands slid inside her T-shirt onto the smooth skin of her back. The song on the stereo had moved on to a pulsing erotic beat. For a brief second their eyes locked.
    Melody immediately looked away. “So what’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?” she asked when she’d regained her breath.
    Will exhaled slowly, taking hold of her hands for less intimate contact.
    â€œI’m a stockbroker. I teach dance part-time. It was one of many odd jobs I used to do, and I still love it.”
    â€œI figured it was a side job. Most people can’t buy designer shoes and diamond watches on a teaching salary.”
    â€œI teach to stay sane. The stock market can be stressful. Dancing relaxes me.”
    â€œDancing has the opposite effect on me, but I guess that stands to reason since I have two left feet.”
    â€œNonsense, you’re doing well.” He took her through another pattern. “See that? You’ve just learned two weeks worth of steps in fifteen minutes. Next week, you’ll be way ahead of the class.”
    â€œGreat, now I’ve probably forgotten everything I learned from the last two weeks.”
    â€œNot a chance. I’ll show you.” Will changed the music to a romantic melody by Frank Sinatra. He took her into his arms and the two of them immediately fell into fox-trot step.
    Will had danced with many women. Old, young, the talented, the