Miri next tagged Max as a partner. Jealously, Ruarke watched Santee being dragged off to the dance floor by Bobby John and then by Sam. For being so athletic, she wasn’t a wonderful dancer and didn’t seem to enjoy it, blushing whenever she trampled on someone’s toes. But Ruarke wanted the trampled toes to be his, not Bobby John’s, or Sam’s, and definitely not some other yahoo’s. Ruarke finally managed to claim her for her third dance.
Miri hopped up and dragged Sam after them.
The slow dance encouraged Ruarke to tighten his arm, but Santee’s eyes shot warning volleys, and she stiffened away. “Are you having fun?” Ruarke asked, her perfume tickling his nostrils.
She nodded though she frowned as she concentrated, still managing to clip her boots with his.
“If you’d just relax and follow
