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dresses. If she stripped all the expensive enhancements away, would there be anyone there at all?
    Right now it didn’t matter. Her partner’s expression shone with quiet appreciation. That honey-brown gaze didn’t seem to accuse her or to find anything lacking.
    She couldn’t help but notice the way his hips moved. How they linked to strong thighs just visible beneath the smooth surface of his dark pants, to his flat belly.
    A young, athletic body in the peak of health. A beautiful thing.
    How old was he? Early thirties probably. Her age, though most of the time she felt about ninety.
    He picked up her left hand and examined it. It felt very naked without the big engagement and wedding ring Tarrant had given her with such fanfare only four years ago.
    The engagement ring had a diamond too big to wear outside without an armed guard. The wedding ring had been buried with his coffin. Tarrant had wanted her to place it on his hand like Jackie Kennedy did when her famous husband died. He always enjoyed a dramatic flourish.
    “You’re smiling.” His deep voice stirred something in her chest.
    “Happy memories.” How odd to have that as a happy memory. She was getting pretty strange in her old age.
    “Now you’re not smiling.” He tugged her hand and pulled her closer. “I think you need to step outside your memories and into the present.”
    He slid his arm around her waist. Her breasts crushed gently against his chest and a warm surge of pleasure rippled through her.
    “I love this song,” he murmured. His low timbre vibrated in her ear, sending a shiver along her spine. “It makes me think of a lazy day out on the bayou. Sun shining on the water, cranes watching from the trees, the putt-putt of a shrimp boat in the distance.”
    The image formed in her mind, a peaceful scene, at odds with their rather urbane surroundings. “Do you go there much?”
    “As often as I can.”
    She couldn’t see his face because he’d pulled her too close. His arms wrapped around her waist and she found that hers had slipped around his neck. A quick glance confirmed that other couples danced the same way, wrapped up in each other, to the gentle strumming of the guitar and the low caress of the saxophone.
    He lowered his cheek to hers and she felt the slight stubble on his chin. A delicious masculine sensation she’d almost forgotten.
    Almost, but not quite. The familiar strains of desire echoed through her like the notes of the music. It stirred in the palms of her hands where they pressed against his broad shoulder blades, in her nipples as they bumped his hard chest, in her tongue, which wondered what his mouth would taste like.
    The answer came as their lips touched, opened, and her tongue flicked over his. His sensual mouth was both soft and firm, his tongue at first tentative, then insistent, hungry.
    Her fingers dug into the crisp cotton of his shirt. Her belly pressed against his firm hips, as she tilted into the powerful kiss.
    Light and color crackled behind her eyelids, dazzling her, while their tongues danced together. Then, slowly, their tongues drew back, and his lips closed. She felt his warm skin part from hers, to be replaced by cool, air-conditioned air.
    Still clutching his back, she opened her eyes and blinked in the dim light. Her breath came in unsteady gasps, her legs wobbled and her skin stung with arousal.
    “Come with me.” He didn’t look at her and it wasn’t a question. With one arm firmly about her waist, he led her off the floor and across the room. Faces and bodies blurred around her as she tried to get her bearings.
    I only had two or three sips of champagne. The thought flickered through her mind then flew away on a low note from the saxophone. Under her flimsy dress, her body pulsed and throbbed, and if he wasn’t holding her up, she wasn’t sure she’d still be walking.
    Maybe she’d be floating.
    They left the crowded restaurant through a door behind the bar that led out into a dim