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her from seeing his eyes,
but she sensed his gaze on her. “How are you and Chrissy
doing?”
    “Okay. Still speaking to each other.”
    “You two are my role models.”
    Drake cleared his throat and shifted
position. “What exactly are you expecting?”
    “I don’t know. I hope I’ll know if I made
the right decision to leave them behind.”
    “And if you didn’t?”
    “Then I’ll try to pick it up where we left
off. Each one has something…special about him.”
    “Good luck. I’m not sure you can recapture
the past.”
    “Maybe not. But I can try, can’t I?”
    “Hell…you can try anything.”
    A cough made them turn around. Chrissy stood
in the archway, her long ash blonde hair glowed in the moonlight.
Drake pushed to his feet. “Hey, honey. Whatcha doin’ up?” He
brushed his hand through his hair.
    “Wasn’t tired. But I know how to get
sleepy…Drake. You coming?” She shot a flirtatious look at her
husband. Dorrie hid a smirk behind her hand and turned away.
    “Hell, yeah!”
    “Night, Dorrie,” Chrissy called as she laced
her fingers with Drake’s.
    Ah, married love. Maybe someday I’ll have
a husband who’ll make love to me until I fall asleep. She
smiled and yawned. After one more glance at the moon, she hoisted
herself up and padded back to her room. Visions of four men danced
in her head. Gunther, how’d you get in there? Sleep wiped
the images from her mind.

Chapter Two
     
     
    She arose early the next morning and
switched on her computer. After dressing in workout clothes, she
made coffee and plopped down on the sofa with a mug in one hand and
her computer on her lap. There was an email from Marsha Strong, the
woman who owned the dance studio where Dorrie had pitched in for a
few months.
     
    Hey Dorrie,
    Hear you’re in New York. Time for a quick
coffee with me? My partner, Joanne, had a baby and has decided to
retire to full-time motherhood. I’m looking for a new partner, and
you came to mind immediately. You did a great job taking over for
me a few months ago. Everyone loved you. How about coming back as a
partner? Let’s talk.
    Hugs,
    Marsha

    An opportunity to work in New York! Dorrie was thrilled. Now, if she reconnected with one of the three
men, she could come back after the movie and settle down… Perhaps
get married? Happiness looked like it might be within reach. Archer Canfield is a definite maybe. I could do a lot worse than
end up with him.
    She was excited about the two avenues her
career could take. I’ll make a lot more money in Hollywood. Have
freedom to do the choreography I want. If they make the series—a
big ‘if,’ it can still get canceled. But the yoga/dance studio has
been around for years. That’s steady employment, though for a lot
less money.
    She chewed her lip, thinking about the
decisions before her. A lot will depend on the men. Why come
back, if there’s no one to come back to? But it’s my career, and I
should do what’s right for me. Do I want to walk away from these
guys again? If I do, there’ll be no going back. She jumped as
the sound of Drake’s voice broke into her thoughts.
    “You look serious,” he said, scratching his
stubbly chin.
    “Oh my God, I didn’t hear you.”
    “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. What’s
up?”
    Dorrie gave him a thumbnail sketch of the
new option in her life and the decision looming before her.
    “Don’t make your decision based on a guy.
Guys are flaky. They can change their minds. Do what you want with
your career.”
    One glance at her watch let her know she was
out of time. “Thanks for the advice, Drake.” She patted his
shoulder, slipped into her shoes, and headed for the door.
    “Besides, you never know when a new man will
appear,” he said.
    I’ve got enough men to deal with right
now. Time for thinking had run out. She had to get the
rehearsal going, or this shoot would be a disaster, and she’d be
down to one career option in a jiffy. She raised her hand in a wave
to