'Dance with me, then', Bryan suggested to Sharon smoothly.

With Brenda looking on, obviously unaware of the tension between them, there was nothing she could do.

In furious silence, she allowed him to lead her to the dance floor, where as if by order, the fates the fates working against her, the music changed to a slow lilting waltz. She went into his arms stiffly, her heart pounding as he held her.

'Did you arrange this?' she demanded under her breath, taking her anger with herself out on him.

He laughed. 'What do you think?'

'It wouldn't surprise me one little bit', A tremor ran through her as his hands...