They had reached the area in front of the band, which was playing a slow romantic number and he pulled her into his arms cutting off her protest.

“I wasn't going to let anyone else dance with you until I could be sure that damn dress will stay where it's supposed to be.” he crawled into her ear.

Isabella stiffened angrily.

“Relax darling,” he whispered. “I am not going to start another argument. I have already received warnings from Mother.”

Isabella did not reply. She was preoccupied with fighting the strange emotions building inside her that had started with the movement of his lips pressed against her ear. This time...