"Hey, isn't this the formidable boss of Agatha?" Roger shifted uncomfortably. "Long time no see. How's it going?"

"Fine."

Cara sucked in her breath as Miguel scooped her into his arms and pulled her back onto the dance floor, leaving Roger behind, talking to himself.

"That was rude," she said in her most proper Miss Manners tone. "I'm no longer your wife, right?"

"You should be thanking me." He smiled tightly at the old couple who danced by, cheek-to-cheek. "I saved your butt from that jerk."

Quite literally, Cara thought. "I thought he was sweet. And how did you know him"

WWhen Miguel choked, she slid her arm over his...