“This is my favorite waltz,” she told him, moving into his arms. “I know. That’s why I requested it.” “How did you know?” she asked with an incredulous laugh. “I suppose one of the Bowman sisters told you?” Simon shook his head, while his gloved fingers curved around hers. “On more than one occasion, I saw your face when they played it. You always looked ready to fly out of your chair.”

