Sienna’s pov

The jazz music swelled, a saxophone solo weaving through the air, creating a rich, romantic melody.

Daniel looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a new question. He held out his hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice low, inviting.

My heart hammered against my ribs. A dance. In his living room. Surrounded by candlelight, after such an incredibly thoughtful dinner. It was almost too much, too perfect, too vulnerable.

But my heart screamed yes. Without a moment's ...