Keelan tried to sound disinterested, but her words came out thin, breathy and weak. “Spoken from experience, Captain?”
He gave her a boyish grin, his face savagely handsome. “You could say that.”
Landon placed her hand on his arm, solid and warm beneath her palm, slid his other around her ribs and before she could object, they were waltzing in the garden, his fingers scorching her skin. Fragrant blossoms no longer permeated her senses. Instead, the scent of leather, fresh ocean breezes and sandalwood, intoxicating as the blackberry wine filled her to overflowing. The shiver bolting up her spine could be pleasure or unease. Both?
“I don’t want to dance with you!” It was a lie, but she’d do better if she listened to her head while it still managed a coherent thought. Her body betrayed her
