Hannah turned her head to look for the others only to lose track of her steps. She nearly trod on James’s foot. “Oh! I do beg your pardon!” “Keep your eyes on mine,” he said. Her gaze jerked to his in apology. “I’m not usually so clumsy.” “You’re not clumsy at all.” “Not so long as I let you lead,” she said, chagrined. “Then let me,” he said. “I won’t steer you wrong.”
