Page 18 of Dance the Tide


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Holy cow.

He led her into shallower water and pulled her just a bit closer, his hands loosely gripping her waist. She lifted one hand to his shoulder, and he held her loosely, keeping a polite distance between them as they slowly moved to the music.

She suddenly became acutely aware ofexactlywhat they were doing, and immediately felt shy and self-conscious—feelings she was not at all familiar with. She was distracted when he began to hum and softly sing along with the music.

“You have a very nice voice,” she said when the song ended.

“Thank you.”

He smiled down at her, and led her out of the water.

“Thank you for dancing with me, Miss Bennet,” he said with mock formality.

“It was my pleasure, Mr. Darcy.”

He sniffed the air. “Are you hungry? Something smells good, and I'm famished.”

“I'm starved. It smells delicious, whatever it is.”

“Let's go find out.”

They slowly made their way toward the house, neither seeming to notice that they were still holding hands.

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