*Johnny*
"I have never known you to take much interest in watching the dancing," Knight muses quietly to me as we stand at the edge of the ballroom. "You are usually off playing cards by now."
I'm tempted to tell him to mind his own business, but instead, I confess, "I signed a dance card."
"Miss Irontail's, I presume." Knight says.
"Why would you think that?" I ask.
Knight's grin is irritatingly confident. "Althea claims to have detected a spark between the two of you during dinner the other night."
"Your mate wrote a novel about a she-wolf in love with a scoundrel." Although it is extremely biographical in nature. "She no doubt imagines sparks everywhere."
Knight gives a little nod while lifting a single shoulder in a shrug. "Perhaps. So with whom are you dancing?"
I have no reas
