liked to tell him where to get off, but she thought Emily deserved a decent shot at his friend, who seemed altogether nicer.
‘The one with the fat thighs heard you, by the way,’ she said, as Rob took her by the hand and started to quickstep.
‘Oh.’ Rob had the grace to look sheepish. ‘Did I say fat thighs? I meant to say gorgeous eyes.’
‘Of course you did,’ said Katie drily. The cheek of him. He was so sure a pathetic compliment would make up for insulting her. Still, he was so sure of himself, maybe she could have a bit of fun with that …
‘Do you come here often?’ Mark decided that a mocking approach was the best way to deal with the situation. It was so long since he'd asked a woman to dance, and the hour he had spent trying not to trip over people's feet had made him very aware that he was a contender for the most useless dancer in the room. But for the first time since Sam had left he felt the spark of interest in another woman. Mark wasn't sure if it was the determined look that had come across her face while she was listening to Isabella's instructions, or the rather panicky eye rolls that had set in when she had clearly forgotten them again. Or it might have been the way that she pealed with laughter when he stepped on her toes. He was so grateful that she hadn't slapped him.
‘This is my first time,’ she said, laughing again, her whole face lighting up. ‘So be gentle with me.’
‘If you're gentle in return,’ Mark batted back. ‘The name's Mark, by the way.’
‘Emily,’ she replied. ‘You honestly can't be a worse dancer than I am,’ she added, as Mark took hold of her. His hands were sweating, and despite trying to remember Isabella's admonitions about relaxing, he felt stiff and awkward.
‘I don't know about that,’ said Mark as he stepped on her toes once again. ‘Sorry. You see what I mean.’
‘It's okay, really,’ she said, ‘I think we're probably quits on that front.’
‘This is horrible, though, isn't it?’ said Mark, desperately trying to maintain a closed position and keep four/four time. ‘I don't know why I'm here.’
Emily laughed again as she realised that once more they were out of step with each other.
‘Just dance like no one's looking,’ she said, as they both paused for breath.
‘Do you think that will work?’ asked Mark, looking around. ‘I can't help feeling everyone's staring at us.’
‘I'm sure they're not,’ said Emily, ‘but if we dance as if they're not, it doesn't matter, does it?’
‘Dance like no one's looking,’ said Mark. ‘Where have I heard that before?’
‘On
Green Wing
?’ suggested Emily. ‘That's where I heard it first.’
‘Oh, I love
Green Wing
,’ Mark replied.
‘Me too,’ said Emily. ‘It's one of those proverb-type things. No one knows who wrote it. It goes like this:
Dance like no one's looking.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Work like you don't have to
Live like it's heaven on earth.
* * *
I think that's rather lovely, don't you?’
‘Dancing like no one's looking is probably the best recipe I can think of for getting through this excruciating experience,’ said Mark.
‘Charming,’ she replied.
‘Oh God, that didn't come out right,’ said Mark. ‘It's not all.’
‘It's not all what?’ Emily teased.
‘Excruciating,’ said Mark. ‘I mean, you're not.’
‘Glad to hear it,’ said Emily. She felt secretly flattered. She hadn't come here on the pull, but as they continued their awkward trotting around the room, she reflected that it was nice that someone other than Callum had showed an interest in her. However vague, it was a very welcome boost to her ego. Even if he did keep treading on her toes.
Chapter Five
‘The name's Rob Dylan, by the way,’ Rob said as he expertly led Katie round the room. Irritatingly he seemed to be rather a good dancer, ‘as in Bob's younger, more good-looking brother.’
‘Of course,’ said Katie. ‘I spotted the
‘The one with the fat thighs heard you, by the way,’ she said, as Rob took her by the hand and started to quickstep.
‘Oh.’ Rob had the grace to look sheepish. ‘Did I say fat thighs? I meant to say gorgeous eyes.’
‘Of course you did,’ said Katie drily. The cheek of him. He was so sure a pathetic compliment would make up for insulting her. Still, he was so sure of himself, maybe she could have a bit of fun with that …
‘Do you come here often?’ Mark decided that a mocking approach was the best way to deal with the situation. It was so long since he'd asked a woman to dance, and the hour he had spent trying not to trip over people's feet had made him very aware that he was a contender for the most useless dancer in the room. But for the first time since Sam had left he felt the spark of interest in another woman. Mark wasn't sure if it was the determined look that had come across her face while she was listening to Isabella's instructions, or the rather panicky eye rolls that had set in when she had clearly forgotten them again. Or it might have been the way that she pealed with laughter when he stepped on her toes. He was so grateful that she hadn't slapped him.
‘This is my first time,’ she said, laughing again, her whole face lighting up. ‘So be gentle with me.’
‘If you're gentle in return,’ Mark batted back. ‘The name's Mark, by the way.’
‘Emily,’ she replied. ‘You honestly can't be a worse dancer than I am,’ she added, as Mark took hold of her. His hands were sweating, and despite trying to remember Isabella's admonitions about relaxing, he felt stiff and awkward.
‘I don't know about that,’ said Mark as he stepped on her toes once again. ‘Sorry. You see what I mean.’
‘It's okay, really,’ she said, ‘I think we're probably quits on that front.’
‘This is horrible, though, isn't it?’ said Mark, desperately trying to maintain a closed position and keep four/four time. ‘I don't know why I'm here.’
Emily laughed again as she realised that once more they were out of step with each other.
‘Just dance like no one's looking,’ she said, as they both paused for breath.
‘Do you think that will work?’ asked Mark, looking around. ‘I can't help feeling everyone's staring at us.’
‘I'm sure they're not,’ said Emily, ‘but if we dance as if they're not, it doesn't matter, does it?’
‘Dance like no one's looking,’ said Mark. ‘Where have I heard that before?’
‘On
Green Wing
?’ suggested Emily. ‘That's where I heard it first.’
‘Oh, I love
Green Wing
,’ Mark replied.
‘Me too,’ said Emily. ‘It's one of those proverb-type things. No one knows who wrote it. It goes like this:
Dance like no one's looking.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Work like you don't have to
Live like it's heaven on earth.
* * *
I think that's rather lovely, don't you?’
‘Dancing like no one's looking is probably the best recipe I can think of for getting through this excruciating experience,’ said Mark.
‘Charming,’ she replied.
‘Oh God, that didn't come out right,’ said Mark. ‘It's not all.’
‘It's not all what?’ Emily teased.
‘Excruciating,’ said Mark. ‘I mean, you're not.’
‘Glad to hear it,’ said Emily. She felt secretly flattered. She hadn't come here on the pull, but as they continued their awkward trotting around the room, she reflected that it was nice that someone other than Callum had showed an interest in her. However vague, it was a very welcome boost to her ego. Even if he did keep treading on her toes.
Chapter Five
‘The name's Rob Dylan, by the way,’ Rob said as he expertly led Katie round the room. Irritatingly he seemed to be rather a good dancer, ‘as in Bob's younger, more good-looking brother.’
‘Of course,’ said Katie. ‘I spotted the
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