Clara Bennett “Come on,” Ryder said, his voice low and warm as he took my hand. “Let’s dance. I want everyone here to know you’re with me tonight.” I let him lead me onto the crowded dance floor, my sparkling peach dress swishing around my legs with every step. The orchestra was playing a slow, romantic melody that wrapped around us like silk. Ryder pulled me close, one hand settling on my lower back while the other held mine firmly. Being this close to him after everything that had just happened with Victor made my head spin. “You’re shaking,” he murmured against my ear as we moved together. His breath tickled my skin and sent goosebumps racing down my arms. “Still thinking about him?” I tilted my head up to look at him, my free hand resting on his broad shoulder. “A little. But mostl

