This is the introduction to a sexy new short story called simply:
The Dance
“You look happy tonight, Kate,” Luc said, his voice low.
She turned and accepted the glass of sparkling wine he
passed to her. She took a sip and smiled, he’d chosen her favourite Italian
Prosecco. “It’s good to be home,” she said. “Max has made an amazing
success here, hasn’t he?”
Luc leaned on the wide wooden ledge of the patio and looked
over the crowd. Every table was occupied, and the patrons were of mixed age and
occupation.
“We made a good investment,” he remarked. He laughed and she
tilted her head to one side, asking without words. “It’s always nice to be able
to get the best table in the hottest restaurant in town.” Luc winked at her and
she shook her head, smiling.
“I like the new addition,” she said, her gaze moving over
the spacious wooden deck. Tables were arranged so that every couple was
afforded a measure of privacy, but no one was obstructed from the polished
dance floor in the middle. Hidden speakers gave the impression the music was
floating from below and above the patio, the volume soft and unobtrusive.
“We should be heading home
soon,” Luc said. He straightened and looked out at the lake. Fog demons drifted
over the surface, the light breeze creating the illusion that they swayed and
danced on the rippling water.
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