In three-quarter time…

(excerpt from Chapter 13 of A New Eden…)

When she came to him, his left hand took her right. His right hand went to the small of her back. As he moved her in a slow circle to the country waltz, she closed her eyes, willing herself to let go.

Would that you could be
Mine then we would be
All that two should be,
Dancing in time. . . .

He had drawn her close, and it was all she could do to keep from leaning in and letting her cheek rest against his, from letting her lips brush his neck, to ta...