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slipped her hand into his making firm eye contact with him.  
    He mirrored her eye contact letting his body posture relax.  “What a beautiful name, Regan.”  The music playing was R Kelly’s Love Letters .  He loved to dance and was good at it.  “Would you like to dance?”  He asked observing her moving to the beat of the music.
    Regan looked at the couples on the dance floor hand dancing.  She smiled at him and said, “I’d love to, but the song is almost over.”
    “ We’ll catch the next one,” he said taking her hand.  
    Orlando’s legs felt heavy walking to the dance floor.  The music switched to a Latin number.  He was an excellent salsa dancer, so any kind of hand-to-hand dancing came easy for him.  He got into the groove, swinging Regan around and keeping in pace with the beat of the music.  The music had a nice tempo that was not too slow or too fast.
    He was impressed she kept up with him.  Soon he realized they had a circle formed around them watching his mix of salsa with R&B.  His salsa dancing was natural, no stiff hips and legs, but the fluid swinging of his hips and long legs.
    Then the DJ turned the music to a heart-pumping salsa number to pound out of the club’s larger speakers.  The laser lights beamed an arrangement of colors across the dark room, flickering to the beat of the fast music.  They were the only two on the dance floor.  Orlando did not miss a step as he picked up speed to match the quick-paced song.  He spun, dipped, and danced Regan across the dance floor like a professional.
    His hips gyrated, and his precise foot movement had the people in the circle clapping and rooting them on as they heated up the dance floor.  As the song neared to an end, he guided Regan in a series of spins ending with a huge dip.
    Orlando’s heart was thumping against his chest.  He had not danced like that in a long while.  He lifted Regan upright.  Out of breath, he said in Spanish, “Gracias usted por el baile.  Hermosa dama.”
    Regan grabbed her chest.  Out of breath she replied, “Gracias.  However, I think I’m done for the night after that dance.”
    Walking to the bar together, she was just as he expected, she was classy woman.  He asked.  “You understood what I said?”
    “ Yes.  You said, ‘thank you for the dance, beautiful lady’.”  She leaned against the bar dabbing her forehead with a napkin.  
    Orlando drew in a deep, erratic breath intrigued.  “Where’d you learn Spanish and salsa dancing?”
    “ I’ve been to Puerto Rico a number of times and learned the basics of both.  Granted I lack your fancy footwork, but I don’t think I was too shabby for a beginner.  Where’d you learn to salsa?”  
    He shrugged his shoulders.  “I’m Latin; I was born dancing.”
    Rapidly Regan fanned the napkin in front of her face.  “I have to applaud your skills, Orlando—you’re a fantastic dancer!  Besides my trips to Latin America, I have never seen anyone in the United States dance like that.”
    Her skin glistened with moisture.  Orlando would have given his left arm to be that napkin lightly touching her beautiful cheekbones.  “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wear you out.”
    “ Oh, please don’t apologize.  I enjoyed it very much.  Maybe we can dance again before the night is over—if I recover, that is.”  
    He wasn’t ready for her to leave his company just yet.  May I buy you a drink?”
    “ That would be nice, but I should socialize with my other guests since this is my birthday party.”  
    “ You’re the birthday girl?  Then you must be Lincoln’s sister.  They invited me tonight.”  
    “ Yes, I am.  They are in the back room we have reserved.  I’ll take you back.”  
    “ I’m following you,” he said taking the beer and a napkin off the bar.  
    *****
    Regan’s spine tingled as she led the way to Anthony and her sister.  The man standing beside her was handsome and intimidating her for some