Page 29 of Blind Date with the Boss

‘All you have to do is count to three,’ she continued. ‘Oneis the most important. You need to emphasise the first beat.’

Holding his left hand in her right, she beat in time to the music. ‘Hear it?One,two, three.One, two, three.One,two, three.’

‘Yep. Got that.’

‘The other key to the waltz is posture.’

Automatically, Logan thrust his jaw forward and his shoulders back.

‘Not like that. We don’t want you standing like a wooden soldier. You need to be lifted and light on your feet. You mustn’t weigh your partner down.’ Her eyes twinkled at him. ‘On the dance floor, the man becomes his partner’s coat hanger.’

‘That’sa role I’ve never aspired to.’

‘It’s important to remember,’ she said, suppressing a smile. ‘You need to be strong and supportive, so your arms can provide the frame for Diana Devenish to look fabulous.’

?‘Right.’ Logan turned his grimace into a smile. ‘An awesome responsibility.’

‘You’ll be fine, Logan,’ she said more gently.

Logan.

It was the first time Sally had used his first name and it bothered him that he’d noticed. Why? It was of no particular significance, but simply part of her technique to get him to relax.

And yet, somehow, crazily, it felt like a big deal.

‘Now,’ she said. ‘Place your right hand just below my scapula.’

‘Your what?’

‘Sorry. Too many first aid classes. Put your hand just below my shoulder blade.’

Her shoulder blade…

Valiantly, Logan attempted to follow her instruction but as soon as his fingers made contact with her soft, exposed skin, he inhaled sharply, retracted his hand abruptly.

She had to be joking.

He shifted his hand lower to the safety of clothing.The further away from her bare skin the better.

‘Not my waist, my shoulder blade.’ Reaching behind, Sally slid his hand up her back. ‘Just think bra line.’ Her eyes narrowed shrewdly and she looked at him with a cheeky tilt of her head. ‘I’m quite sure you’ve managed to findthaton a woman before.’

Very true. So why was he breaking out in a cold sweat now?

‘Now, let’s count to three and –’ Frowning at him, Sally hesitated. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Never better,’ he lied. With his hand at Sally’s bra line, counting to three was suddenly as easy as climbing Mt. Everest with frost bite.

‘Fabulous. Now, we’ll step out the beat. Let’s go. One, two, three. One, two three. Left, right left. Right, left, right.’

Somehow, Logan managed to survive this without trampling on Sally’s toes and they actually completed a circuit around the cleared floor.

‘You make it easy,’ he told her somewhat triumphantly.

‘You’re doing really well, but we’ve a little way to go yet. Now, I want you to make the first beat strong and the second two lighter. Strong, soft, soft. Strong soft, soft.’

They whirled together, bumped knees once or twice, but continued on without any major mishap.

‘Great!’ Sally cried. ‘Now you’re really getting it!’

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