Tasha shivered at her memory, at her first glimpse of the cruel part of him he kept hidden from her. She had been using a borrowed studio in Nice for several days, bringing the notice of the sophisticated dance choreographer that ran the place. The local company was down their prima ballerina as well as her understudy. The girl that was left was not nearly experienced enough for the part. Would Tasha agree to take the principal's place in the production? For just one night, until they could replace her?
When Tasha had demurred, the woman smiled knowingly. She had flattered the young ex-dancer and slyly told her she knew who the other woman was. That hiding her unique style and talent was impossible, and that Tasha should not be hidden away from the world by a jealous husband. She should t
