Love Waltzes In (Dancing Under The Stars) Read Free

out of context, but she still had her doubts if he was being honest with her. It didn’t matter to her who Dima dated; she just didn’t want his personal life overshadowing their partnership, especially with Blackpool only a few months away.
    A young girl ran up to them, waving a promotional photo. “ Selema ! I just love you guys. I’m a competitive dancer also. You’re so amazing together!”
    Selema —the tabloids’ combined nickname for them made Selena smile. Selena and Dima’s identity was bound together, even though they hadn’t been romantically involved in years. “Thank you. What’s your name?”
    “Amy.”
    Selena signed the photo. “Keep practicing those rumba walks, Amy. I hope to see you compete someday.”
    The girl squealed. “I just know you are going to win Blackpool this year. I’ll be there!” Dima also signed her photo and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
    They signed a few autographs, posed for more pictures, and a nswered questions for their fans.
    After the crowd thinned out, she and Dima made their way to baggage claim.
    “Welcome to San Diego, America’s Finest City ,” said a man holding a big sign bearing Dima and Selena's names. Like they needed any more attention. He led them to the waiting limousine and lifted their bags into the trunk. When she’d first met Dima, he would never let another man carry his luggage. Now he barely lifted a finger to do anything.
    Selena took a deep breath as the limo swiftly moved away from the airport. Not only was she here to defend her United States Pr ofessional Latin-American Title, but also the cameras would be following her as they collected filler images for the new season of the show. If it were up to Dima, they would quit competing and capitalize on their celebrity status. But Selena insisted that they train and compete. This was their year to win Blackpool and Selena wasn’t about to let a television show get in the way of achieving her lifetime dream.
    Dima checked his iPhone. Years ago, she’d idolized him. She was the young amateur, and he'd been the sexy dance God. Dima was a ballroom legend. With his former partner Carrie, they’d finaled at Blackpool twice. Selena never believed she’d be lucky enough to dance with him. Dima was definitely gorgeous—tall, black wavy hair, rich brown eyes. His deep Ukrainian accent used to drive her wild, the way his beautiful lips would say the word pleasure, ple-e-shore. But these days, sometimes all she saw was a Hollywood player with a freshly waxed chest.
    Grateful to take a break from the dreary Los Angeles smog, Selena became mesmerized by the clear ocean. Every time she visited San Diego, she was amazed at how much good clean air could do for the soul.
    “ Selenichka, listen.” Dima broke into Selena’s reverie to read out loud from his iPhone. “‘ Dancing under the Stars gains a new mystery dancer?’” Dima glared at Selena then focused back on his phone, and read, “‘Who’s the newest male professional dancer to lace up his dancing shoes? Rumors have the cast in a frenzy wondering who will be the new dancer. Though normally the professional dancers come from the troupe, the newest member of the cast has been recruited from a different field.’”
    “And?”
    “Who it is?” Dima asked, raising his iPhone. “No one has told to me nothing. No one on circuit has mentioned that they were asked to be on show.”
    Selena sighed. Today was not the day for speculating on r umors. They had too much to concentrate on to get worked up about who the new professional on the show would be. “What do I think? I think it’s probably someone we all know, maybe from another country. Or from the UK version? And gossip columnists have nothing better to do than make this stuff up. If you’re so worried, ask Benny.”
    “You’re right. I’ll ask to him.” He texted a frantic message.
    They were now on Harbor Drive. Cherry blossoms scented the air. As they approached the Coronado