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of time with him, but I didn’t think Macey would turn on me like that. My best friend stole the show. I certainly don’t believe he only had eyes for me!
    “Linden already texted me a few times!” Thally says as the music stops.
    “And what did you tell him?” I ask curiously.
    “I told him I’m out dancing with you, and asked him what he wants to do. He wants to come here, and the others do, too. Macey’s coming, too.”
    “So what? I think I’ll just go dance, because I’m not going to be doing anything else tonight, anyway,” I say with a grin.
    “Maybe you should take me with you.”
    “I’m not sure you’ll really be comfortable with all these salsa and tango dancers,” I say.
    “I’m here to dance. Linden surely wouldn’t make a scene just because I’m dancing with another guy.”
    “That’s optimistic.” I look around. Suddenly I feel a vibration in my handbag. I pull out my cell phone and see a text from Macey: I knew you’d be at the cave, we’ll be there in five minutes. I sigh. “They’ll be here in five minutes, so let’s go dance.” I give my handbag to my friend Guiseppe, the barkeep who I’ve known for years, and he puts it under the bar for me. “You can give him your bag, too, then it won’t disappear,” I tell Thalia.
    “Cool.” She passes it over the bar.
    Guiseppe winks at me. “You know Carlos and Costa over there, Lane. If you two want good partners, dance with them.”
    “Which ones are they?” Thalia wants to know.
    “Over there in the corner,” I answer and wave at Carlos, because he’s checking me out.
    “I see them. Maybe I’ll just wait here for Linden, I’m really not into Latinos.”
    I give her an irritated look.
    She bites her bottom lip. “Sorry, that sounded kind of racist, but I really didn’t mean it that way. I just don’t like how a lot of them act like they’re God’s gift to women.”
    My eyebrows go up a notch. “OK, then I’ll go dance now. See you.” I take one last sip of my drink and make my way over to Carlos.
    “Hey, beautiful.” He grins.
    I giggle. “Hey, dance god. Will you do me the honor?”
    “Of course, but let’s wait for a tango,” he says. “Would you like a drink?” He puts a glass in my hand. He and Costa always drink Jack and Coke, mostly Jack, so I know I’d be totally sloshed if I accepted. That’s why I put it down on the table. “Thanks anyway, Carlos, but I’d do better with a Coke.”
    He smiles and takes a sip of the drink that I just put down. “No problem, Lane.”
    A tango starts playing, and I look at him expectantly. “Shall we?”
    “I just need to drink something first, Lane,” he answers.
    I look over at Costa. “How about you?”
    He jumps up immediately. “My pleasure.” Then he laughs. Costa looks like the perfect tango partner. He’s tall, tanned, muscular, and intelligent, which is what I find most attractive in men. Not to mention his thick black hair, shining green eyes, sculpted face, and carefully cultivated three-day beard. Costa takes my hand and leads me onto the dance floor, which is now a little less crowded. Probably most people don’t tango, so there’s more space for us. We start to move to “On This Night of a Thousand Stars,” with steps that start out gentle and slow and then become more aggressive. After the first turn, I lean into his body. We dance a mixture of the international tango and the tango argentino, which is more passionate.
    At the end of the song I bend backward until only Costa’s arm is holding me up. All that’s missing is the rose in my teeth. A salsa song begins, and we glide effortlessly into the next dance. We separate during the dance and solo for a while, but we never lose track of each other. All around us, the other dancers are stopping to watch as we come together again and take up where we left off. We use all the space they’ve left us, and have a lot of fun. The great thing about Costa is that he’s also a professional