Chapter 49

• She watched as Simon took another sip himself, watched the way the strong column of his throat worked. At that moment the music changed back to an infectiously upbeat rhythm.
• Simon extended a hand across the table. “Come on, let’s dance.”
• Sara shrank back with genuine fear. She could see couples dancing with effortless grace and style, making moves she could never even hope to mimic. She shook her head desperately, “I told you. I'm not very good at dancing, Simon,”