"Shall we?"
Dana jumped, sloshing the last drops of her champagne onto her gown. "Beau!" How had he snuck up on her? She set the glass down on the nearest table and shook out her skirt.
Beau's craggy features barely twitched but she was sure he was laughing at her. "Mademoiselle. Shall we dance?"
Dana straightened her spine. Even at her full five foot eleven inches plus heels, she still only came to the tip of his long, slightly hooked nose. Damn! These gargoyles were big. She looked up into Baudoin's greenish-brown eyes and raised one eyebrow. "Under orders from the groom, or did you draw the short straw?"
"Oddly enough, neither," he replied, holding out a hand. "It simply seemed like the thing to do."
What the hell? It was only a dance. Dana could manage that, even if just standing
