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combination of dimpled cheeks and
devilish eyes.
“Un momento,” he said, before walking straight up to the
full-length wall mirror and cutting an exaggerated pose. “Yes, still as
handsome as ever,” he said staring at himself. “No wonder all the women adore
me.”
Casey rolled her eyes and said to Tanya, “Julio’s one of a
kind.”
He made a fast pivot and flashed a wink at Casey and her new
arrival on the scene. Suddenly his cool expression changed to a boyish grin.
“Tanya Gentilliano? I can’t believe it.”
“Guess I can skip the intro.” Casey sounded pleased and
impressed.
He reached out and shook her hand. “I’ve been a fan of yours
since I first saw you bring down the house at the Dance Festival in Blackpool.”
He turned to Casey. “Perfect technique. Awesome performer.”
Casey nodded. “No doubt.”
Tanya felt a grade school blush taking over. “Thank you. I’m
flattered. I really am.”
He stepped closer, his voice deepening. “And that sexy,
explosive samba you did had every man in the audience wishing he was your partner.
Scott Temple, wasn’t it? But you’d switched partners last time I saw you dance.
Who are you with now?”
Partners . That was
one of the things Tanya loved best—and hated most—about ballroom dancing.
Always being paired with a man.
She adored men’s bodies, loved their animal strength and
drive, loved moving with them, touching them, bedding them. But she hated the
domineering, possessive minds they all seemed to have. Just because she and a
man spent hours and hours together rehearsing, performing, traveling, even
making love, didn’t mean he owned her.
“I’m kind of in between partners right now,” she said,
grateful he hadn’t gotten wind of her reputation for going through partners
like water. “My mother broke her leg, so I’ll be here in the North Fork a while
helping out.”
“Tanya came to see me asking to teach a ballroom class,”
Casey said. “But I explained to her that a certain person already has the job.”
“Really?” He tilted his head, his expression curious.
“Excuse us a moment.” He tugged Casey inside the studio doorway for a quiet
huddle.
About thirty seconds later she returned to Tanya. “How would
you like to teach alongside Julio?”
“I need a partner,” he chimed in. “A skilled dancer to
assist me in demonstrating. I know you haven’t seen me dance, but I can
guarantee that you’ll fall hopelessly in love with me when you do.”
Tanya glanced at Casey who shrugged and said, “You’ll get
used to him. We all have.”
“I’d love to do it.”
“Fantastico.” Julio beamed. “Can you start Sunday?”
Casey explained. “I hold a Family Day open house one Sunday
each month. Free workshops and classes, games for the kids. Julio usually gives
a short demo and class.”
“For beginners,” he said. “Just showing basic steps. So we
won’t need any real rehearsal. Maybe an hour before the open house.” His eyes
got that devilish glint. “I know we’ll dance beautifully together. You might
even beg me to be your next partner.”
Tanya laughed. “Sunday it is.”
“Come with me,” Casey said. “I’ll need to get the usual
information from you.”
Tanya followed her back to the office. “Do you know of a
diner called the Coffee Cove? I’ve got to pick up some apple turnovers for my
mom.”
“Sure do. That’s my best friend’s place.” After she gathered
all Tanya’s specs for the job, she gave her directions.
“I really appreciate this,” Tanya said.
She was halfway out the door when Casey stopped her. “One
more thing.”
Tanya paused and turned. “Yes?”
“If you ever hurt my brother again… you’re dead meat.”
Chapter Seven
Another overcast April day. Parker spent his morning
wrestling with a stubborn tree stump for a client. And picturing Tanya.
The sensual way she moved. Like a cat. Soft and fluid, but
strong and ready to spring. Those huge eyes. And
devilish eyes.
“Un momento,” he said, before walking straight up to the
full-length wall mirror and cutting an exaggerated pose. “Yes, still as
handsome as ever,” he said staring at himself. “No wonder all the women adore
me.”
Casey rolled her eyes and said to Tanya, “Julio’s one of a
kind.”
He made a fast pivot and flashed a wink at Casey and her new
arrival on the scene. Suddenly his cool expression changed to a boyish grin.
“Tanya Gentilliano? I can’t believe it.”
“Guess I can skip the intro.” Casey sounded pleased and
impressed.
He reached out and shook her hand. “I’ve been a fan of yours
since I first saw you bring down the house at the Dance Festival in Blackpool.”
He turned to Casey. “Perfect technique. Awesome performer.”
Casey nodded. “No doubt.”
Tanya felt a grade school blush taking over. “Thank you. I’m
flattered. I really am.”
He stepped closer, his voice deepening. “And that sexy,
explosive samba you did had every man in the audience wishing he was your partner.
Scott Temple, wasn’t it? But you’d switched partners last time I saw you dance.
Who are you with now?”
Partners . That was
one of the things Tanya loved best—and hated most—about ballroom dancing.
Always being paired with a man.
She adored men’s bodies, loved their animal strength and
drive, loved moving with them, touching them, bedding them. But she hated the
domineering, possessive minds they all seemed to have. Just because she and a
man spent hours and hours together rehearsing, performing, traveling, even
making love, didn’t mean he owned her.
“I’m kind of in between partners right now,” she said,
grateful he hadn’t gotten wind of her reputation for going through partners
like water. “My mother broke her leg, so I’ll be here in the North Fork a while
helping out.”
“Tanya came to see me asking to teach a ballroom class,”
Casey said. “But I explained to her that a certain person already has the job.”
“Really?” He tilted his head, his expression curious.
“Excuse us a moment.” He tugged Casey inside the studio doorway for a quiet
huddle.
About thirty seconds later she returned to Tanya. “How would
you like to teach alongside Julio?”
“I need a partner,” he chimed in. “A skilled dancer to
assist me in demonstrating. I know you haven’t seen me dance, but I can
guarantee that you’ll fall hopelessly in love with me when you do.”
Tanya glanced at Casey who shrugged and said, “You’ll get
used to him. We all have.”
“I’d love to do it.”
“Fantastico.” Julio beamed. “Can you start Sunday?”
Casey explained. “I hold a Family Day open house one Sunday
each month. Free workshops and classes, games for the kids. Julio usually gives
a short demo and class.”
“For beginners,” he said. “Just showing basic steps. So we
won’t need any real rehearsal. Maybe an hour before the open house.” His eyes
got that devilish glint. “I know we’ll dance beautifully together. You might
even beg me to be your next partner.”
Tanya laughed. “Sunday it is.”
“Come with me,” Casey said. “I’ll need to get the usual
information from you.”
Tanya followed her back to the office. “Do you know of a
diner called the Coffee Cove? I’ve got to pick up some apple turnovers for my
mom.”
“Sure do. That’s my best friend’s place.” After she gathered
all Tanya’s specs for the job, she gave her directions.
“I really appreciate this,” Tanya said.
She was halfway out the door when Casey stopped her. “One
more thing.”
Tanya paused and turned. “Yes?”
“If you ever hurt my brother again… you’re dead meat.”
Chapter Seven
Another overcast April day. Parker spent his morning
wrestling with a stubborn tree stump for a client. And picturing Tanya.
The sensual way she moved. Like a cat. Soft and fluid, but
strong and ready to spring. Those huge eyes. And
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