Chapter 43 For Sam

• FOR SAM, IT was definitely the best evening of her life. She’d been the main focus of Tommy’s attention ever since they’d entered the marquee—warm, considerate, charming, flattering attention—with only the occasional teasing remark. But it wasn’t put-down teasing, more wickedly sexy, sparking a wonderfully intimate sense of fun that was more intoxicating than the champagne they drank.
• And dancing with him was more thrilling than she’d ever imagined. All these years, whenever she’d seen him dance with other women, envy had been like a knife in the heart. Quite simply, he was the best, so attuned to rhythm he could create his own version of steps, adding an exciting challenge to the sheer pleasure of moving with him.
• Often she’d meanly called him a flashy show-off, though she knew it was only because he didn’t ask her to partner him. There wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t love to dance with Tommy King. He made the music come alive so physically, it was as though her whole body, and his, were instruments, too, pulsing to the beat, expressing the melody, making it mean more than it ever had before.