Footprints in the Snow by Miles Cassie

Author:Miles, Cassie [Miles, Cassie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-12-14T00:59:18+00:00

Chapter Nine

“Cut a rug?” Shana had grown accustomed to Luke’s intensity and passion. If he had a fun side to his personality, she’d never seen it. “Since when are you such a swinging hipster?”

“Since now.”

His shoulders pumped in time to the music, and he swiveled in a quick spin. She could tell that he danced well. Really well. Not many men could pull off a hand jive without looking silly. Every move he made was smooth, sexy and incredibly masculine.

“Come on, Shana.” He held out his hand. “You know how to jitterbug, don’t you?”

Actually, she did. When she was growing up in embassies around the world, she’d learned the social graces: etiquette, protocol and how to dance. At her father’s insistence, she’d taken classes in ballroom, swing and salsa—lessons she enjoyed almost as much as repeatedly banging her head against a brick wall. “I know how to jitterbug, but I haven’t danced in a long time. And I’m not very good.”

“You’re athletic. You ski.”

“And you saw how graceful I was at skiing.” Her crash down the slope was nothing compared to the damage she could do to his toes in a fox-trot. “Weren’t we going to get a sandwich?”

He caught her hand. With one quick tug, he pulled her close. His other arm encircled her waist. Effortlessly, he guided her in a quick twirl through the hotel lobby and dipped her backward. “You’re good,” he said. “You just need to be with the right partner.”

Self-consciously, she pulled away from him. “We shouldn’t be dancing here. We’ll crash into the other guests.”

“You’re right.” He pointed to the ballroom. “Let’s step inside where we can really hear the beat.”

“And interrupt a high school prom?”

“Those kids are so busy staring at each other that they won’t even notice us.”

She seriously doubted that Luke could go anywhere in Aspen without being noticed. No red-blooded woman could possibly ignore this tall, broad-shouldered man in uniform.

“Later we can dance,” she said.

“Promise.”

“Okay, I promise. Right now, I’m starving.”

Her took her arm and led her toward the exit from the Hotel Jerome. “We’ll go to the tavern down the street.”

Outside, she inhaled a deep breath of the chill mountain air. Main Street in Aspen on a Saturday night in 1945 was relatively quiet. The stores were closed, and only a few dinosaur-size cars patrolled under the streetlights.

When she shivered, Luke took off his short Eisenhower jacket and draped it around her shoulders. He was being sweet and attentive. Almost like a boyfriend.

She remembered the frantic kiss they’d shared after he blew up the Studebaker—a possible indication that their relationship was headed in a more positive direction. Maybe he was ready to trust her, to accept her. She hoped so. She really hoped that the swirling fantasy of their first night together could evolve into something deeper and more meaningful.

With a sigh, she looked up at him. Beyond his left shoulder, she saw the crescent moon dangling like a Christmas tree ornament above the mountain.

As they strolled in companionable silence, he slipped his arm around her waist.

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