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“He’s moving into a toned down hip-hop now, what I’d call a new school or street version rather than the original urban break dancing version.”
    A man’s voice, an exquisite tenor soared above the dancing couple. I never had a clue, until I met you, all that I could be—
    And the man let go of his wife’s hand and waist and began to dance by himself. He danced as if his new bride alone watched him. Gone was the uncertain shuffle, and in its place was a performance that was nothing short of sizzling, every move choreographed to show a love story unfolding: passion, strength, devotion, a man growing more sure of himself with each passing second.
    â€œYou’ll see this is very sporty,” Meredith said, “and these kind of moves require amazing upper body strength, as well as flexibility and good balance.It’s part music, part dance, but mostly guts and pure athleticism.”
    She cast him a look. The prince certainly would have the upper body strength. And she had not a doubt about his guts and athleticism.
    What she was doubting was her ability to keep any form of detachment while she worked with him trying to perfect such an intimate performance.
    The dancer on the computer screen catapulted up onto one hand, froze there for a moment, came back down, and then did the very same move on his other side. He came up to his feet, tossed off his jacket, and loosened his tie.
    â€œIf he takes anything else off I’m leaving,” Kiernan said. “It’s like a striptease.”
    She shot him a look. Now this was unexpected. Prince Kiernan a prude? Where was the man of Playboy Prince fame?
    They watched together as the groom’s feet and hips and arms all moved in an amazing show of coordinated sensuality. The bride moved back to the edges of the crowd, who had gone wild. They were clapping, and calling their approval.
    As the final notes of the music died the young groom took a run back toward his bride, fell to his knees and his momentum carried him a good ten feet across the floor. He caught his wife around her waist and gazed up at her with a look on his face that made Meredith want to melt.
    The young groom’s face mirrored the final words of the song, I have found every treasure I ever looked for.
    There was something so astoundingly intimate about the video that in the stillness that followed, Meredithfound herself almost embarrassed to look at Kiernan, as if they had seen something meant to be private between a man and a woman.
    She pulled herself together. It was dancing. It was theater. There was nothing personal about it.
    â€œWhat did you think?”
    â€œI thought watching that was very uncomfortable,” Kiernan bit out.
    So, he’d picked up on the intimacy, too.
    â€œIt was like watching a mating dance,” he continued.
    â€œI see we have a bit of prudishness to overcome,” she said, as if the discomfort was his alone.
    But when his eyes went to her lips, Meredith had the feeling that the prince had a way of persuading her he was anything but a prude.
    Something sizzled in the air between them, but she refused to allow him to see she was intimidated by it. And a little thrilled by it, too!
    Meredith put her hands on her hips and studied him as if he was an interesting specimen who had found his way under her microscope.
    â€œYou didn’t see the romance in it?” she demanded. “The delight of entering a new life? The hope for the future? His love for her? His willingness to do anything for her?”
    â€œUp to and including making a fool of himself in front of—how many did you say—twelve million people? Every male in the world whose bride-to-be has insisted they look at this video is throwing darts at a target with his face on it!”
    â€œHe didn’t look foolish! He looked enraptured. Every woman dreams of seeing that look on their beloved’s face.”
    â€œDo they?” He was watching her