“He claims you’ve danced every set.” “I have,” she acknowledged. “Though never twice with the same gentleman. I fear I’m not a very congenial partner.” “No? I find you quite congenial.” His arm tightened around her waist holding her closer. Her rose-festooned skirts swirled about his legs. “See how well we fit together?” Hannah’s heart quickened. “It’s owing to your mastery of the dance, not to mine.”
