'Dance with me', Bryan said softly to Sharon, sensing her unhappiness.

' I don't want to dance'. For some reason, she felt belligerent, close to tears, her emotion in turmoil.

'You are going to anyway. It is expected of us', he told her in a clipped voice. His face brooking no argument as he took her in his arms. As they moved to the music, Sharon let her head rest on his wife shoulder. She felt the hard strength of his body against her own and a dizzying weakness filled her. Did they look like a couple deeply involved with each other? she wondered painfully. Did they look like lovers?...