Quinn turned to face him, wiping the tears that tainted her flushed cheeks. “How?”

“Dance with me.”

She would’ve said no, but he was challenging her strength; the strength she’d lost and was now trying to feign. “Okay.”

His arm around her waist pulled her closer, and Quinn hated how good his warmth felt. Just like back then, she felt like she belonged in this man’s arms…it was as though fate was guiding her right back to him.

“You know what to ...