They’d started to move through the crowd when someone took hold of Dreamara’s arm. She spun around to see her father smiling at her. “Your mother says you have to put in an appearance for awhile at the old folks’ dance.”

“Now?” Dreamara frowned.

“Now. And you, too, little girl,” Thorne said, glancing at Chelsea. “Your father’s orders.”

“Okay. Can we bring a friend?”

Thorne nodded. “Okay, but be there in ten minutes, or I’m going to come looking for you two again, and I won’t be so nice.” He laughed turning and walking away.

Chelsea grabbed Dreamara’s hand. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

Thorne returned to the other side of the building, went to his table, and sat down. He gazed at his lovely wife. “Having fun?”

Dreema smiled. “Yes, if you would dance with me,” she teased. “And where is our daughter?”

Thorne laughed. “She’s collecting a friend, and I bet it’s not a girl. As for the dance, come on, let’s go.” He got up and extended his hand.

Dreema took his hand and let him lead her onto the dance floor, surprised when the musicians started playing her favorite song. “Kiss me like…” she whispered in Thorne’s ear.

Thorne groaned. “You still know how to get to me, don’t you?” He pulled her closer and lost himself to the music.

Dreema snuggled into his embrace and when he turned her in time to the music, she saw a man standing by the door watching her. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of her husband’s arms about her and the music.