The band had started up again, and automatically, he put his arms around her. Automatically, she let herself be swept away.
"But you trust me when I say it won't happen again, right?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, I trust you in that," she snapped back, surprised at the bitterness in her voice. But the bitterness seemed not to matter. In fact, it seemed to please him.
"Good," he said, sweeping her round expertly, then bringing her close again. "Because something has cropped up."
For one wild, elated, wonderful moment, it occurred to Kara that what had cropped up might be that Doctor Fenela Morton wasn't coming over, that Doctor Max and she were not going to get married after all. But such magic moments only happen in fairy tales or soap operas.
"What has cropped up?" she asked, as with a final
