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     toward the dance floor. “You want to?”
    Sasha raised an eyebrow. “How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?” She got to her
     feet and winked at Jasmine before heading toward the dance floor at Kane’s side.
    Zoe nudged her. “Are you going to introduce me?”
    “Oh, sorry.” Jasmine made the introductions.
    Zoe nodded a greeting at Aaron, then smiled at Dave. “You look like you’d be a good
     dancer.”
    “Oh, well, I’m not too bad, if I say so myself.”
    Zoe gave him a pointed look. “Well?”
    “ Oh , you mean…?” Dave cleared his throat. “Zoe, may I have the pleasure?” He held out
     his hand.
    Jasmine watched the two of them leave the table. Wow , she mouthed when they started to dance as if they’d known each other for years.
     She wasn’t surprised that Zoe could dance, but Dave…she never would have thought it
     of him. Then she met Aaron’s eyes for the first time. “Leave Sasha alone.”
    “What?”
    “You know what. She’s not your type.”
    With a knowing half smile, he pulled out the chair that Sasha had vacated. “Oh, and
     you’d know what my type is, would you?”
    “I should. I hear enough about your dates.”
    “So, tell me.”
    She took another drink. “Beautiful. Blond.”
    “Sasha’s blond.”
    “Not really. More of a caramel color.”
    One eyebrow rising, he said, “I’ve been known to make an exception. Even for brunettes
     on occasion.” He studied her hair. “And brunettes with red bits that glint in the
     light.”
    She stuck out her chin. “Sasha’s looking for Mr. Right. She wants the whole happy-ever-after
     scenario…love, marriage, babies, the lot.”
    “Until she finds him, she’s entitled to have some fun.”
    “She wouldn’t find it fun to be dumped by you after one night of…whatever.”
    His smile stretched and his eyes twinkled. “But the night of whatever would be a lot of fun.”
    “Stop it. She’s off-limits. I mean it.” Jasmine drained the champagne from her glass
     and set it down with a clink . “Why do men chase women they have no intention of marrying?”
    “Same reason dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving, I suppose. Because
     they can?” He shrugged. “Dance with me.”
    “What?”
    “Dance with me and I won’t flirt with Sasha.”
    She stared. Was he joking?
    He stood and moved to stand near her chair. “Come on, we might as well. Everyone else
     is dancing. We look like spare parts sitting out here.”
    She considered refusing, but she couldn’t honestly think of one good reason why she
     should. She wouldn’t have chosen Aaron as her partner, and she knew he wouldn’t have
     chosen her if there’d been another option, so they were even. And if she were honest,
     she really didn’t enjoy being the only woman not dancing. Maybe it was the champagne
     fuddling her brain, but dancing with Aaron didn’t seem like the bad idea she’d thought
     it would.
    She got to her feet, and that same champagne made her sway a little. She stepped forward
     to find her balance, making her heel catch in the crack between stones, catapulting
     her toward the ground.
    Aaron’s solid chest broke her fall.
    “Well.” He chuckled as he clasped her shoulders to steady her. “Reminds me of that
     famous pick-up line: If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against
     me?”
    Her eyes met his. “Hilarious. I’m laughing on the inside.”
    Actually, she was doing a lot more than that on the inside…there was some weird stuff
     going on in there. Pulling out of his strong, warm grip, trying not to think about
     the scrape of his hands across the bare skin of her shoulders, she bent to check her
     heel. It seemed a little loose, but it hadn’t broken off.
    “Okay to dance?”
    “Should be all right.”
    “Well, it’s not as if you have to do much, just sway a bit in time with the music.
     Or out of time with it. Whatever you can manage.” He made a beckoning gesture with
     his hand.
    “Are