“Let’s just slow it down a bit, shall we?” He abruptly switched tracks to a gentle love number.
“This is perfect, eh?” Fin grinned down at her.
“I’m a hopeless dancer.” She smiled shyly up at him.
“Jeez, you English are so humble.” Fin spun her gently round. “Is there anything you are good at?”
“Reading?” Rose replied lamely.
“I should have known it,” Fin replied. “I, of course, can’t sit still long enough to read.”
He pressed his chin on the top of her head. “What kind of books do you like?”
“I love the classics. Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters?”
Fin raised a puzzled eyebrow. “Are they erotic books? Like Fifty Shades of Grey?”
“Erm… no,” Rose laughed, “they’re masterworks of literature. Very clever. I can’t believe you’ve never heard of Jane Austen.”
“And I can’t believe y
