(Catherine POV)
"Right then," I said, moving to the center of the music room where Persian carpets had been rolled back to reveal polished wood floors. "First rule of dancing with a lady—confidence is everything. Even if you step on her toes, do it with authority."
Jamie's laugh filled the space with warmth I hadn't realized I'd been missing. When had I last heard genuine laughter? When had I last been the cause of someone's joy rather than their concern or calculation?
"Now, the waltz is all about the frame," I continued, positioning his hands with the kind of careful instruction I'd received from dancing masters who'd charged my father small fortunes. "Your right hand goes here, on my waist—don't look so terrified, I won't bite. Your left holds mine like this, creating a connection th
