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He
is
so
waiting
for
me
to
say
something
.
“
Frank
.
I
never
figured
you
for
a
Sinatra
fan
.
”
He
raises
his
eyebrows
at
me
,
his
look
speculative
.
“
Eclectic
taste
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
he
paces
toward
me
like
a
panther
until
he
’
s
standing
in
front
of
me
.
His
gaze
so
intense
it
takes
my
breath
away
.
Frank
starts
crooning
…
an
old
song
,
one
of
Ray
’
s
favorites
,
“
Witchcraft
”
Christian
leisurely
traces
his
fingertips
down
my
cheek
,
and
I
feel
it
all
the
way
down
there
.
“
Dance
with
me
,
”
he
murmurs
,
his
voice
husky
.
Taking
the
remote
out
of
his
pocket
,
he
turns
up
the
volume
and
holds
his
hand
out
to
me
,
his
gray
gaze
full
of
promise
and
longing
and
humor
.
He
is
totally
beguiling
,
and
I
’
m
bewitched
.
I
place
my
hand
in
his
.
He
grins
lazily
down
at
me
and
pulls
me
into
his
embrace
,
his
arm
curling
around
my
waist
.
I
put
my
free
hand
on
his
shoulder
and
grin
up
at
him
,
caught
in
his
infectious
,
playful
mood
.
He
sways
once
,
then
we
’
re
off
.
Boy
,
can
he
dance
.
We
cover
the
floor
,
from
the
window
to
the
kitchen
and
back
again
,
whirling
and
turning
in
time
to
the
music
.
And
he
makes
it
so
effortless
for
me
to
follow
.
We
glide
around
the
dining
table
,
over
to
the
piano
,
and
backward
and
forward
in
front
of
the
glass
wall
,
Seattle
twinkling
outside
,
a
dark
and
magical
mural
to
our
dance
.
I
can
’
t
help
my
carefree
laugh
.
He
grins
down
at
me
as
the
song
comes
to
a
close
.
“
There
’
s
no
nicer
witch
than
you
,
”
he
murmurs
,
then
kisses
me
sweetly
.
“
Well
,
that
’
s
brought
some
color
to
your
cheeks
,
Miss
Steele
.
Thank
you
for
the
dance
.
