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    “Dance?” He held out a hand.
    “You don’t care about the audience we have?” I looked around at the gawking girls. I was afraid if I left Evan alone for a second someone would pounce on him.
    “Darlin’, if I worried every time someone was watching me or taking a picture of me, I’d never have any fun. Come on. Dance with me.” He smiled.
    I glanced back at the crowd watching us, and then at the open palm he held out to me. I grabbed Evan’s hand and followed as he led me into the dancing crowd. I wiggled into a spot in the middle of the floor, laughing as everyone bounced around us. The dancers parted to make room for two more.
    The few beers whirled in my body and fueled my feet. I moved with the music’s rhythm, and shimmied up to Evan as he locked his hands on my lower back. The music was definitely taking over, but I didn’t care. I freed my hair from its ponytail, and let my hands drift up in the air as the long strands tousled around my shoulders. He pushed his hands farther down on my rotating hips. I laughed at him and spun in a circle so that my back was pressed into his chest. His hands slid down my thighs as we bounced and rocked closer to the floor, and then jumped up with the beat. Evan was a great dancer, and I was having fun letting him and the music move my body.
    I leaned my head back onto his shoulder, and he pretended to fan me. I laughed. He spun me around and put both hands on my shoulders just as the dance beat faded, and the single chords of an acoustic guitar ricocheted off the walls of the bar and pierced the night air.
    The dancers dispersed back to their dark corners and beers, and only a few couples stayed to dot the wide-planked floor. They swayed to the echoes of the steel guitar. The DJ pulled his headset over his ears, and threw my dance partner a thumbs up before refocusing on the controls on his soundboard.
    I peered at Evan with a suspicious grin. He shrugged his shoulders, grabbed my right hand, slid his other arm around my waist, and pulled me close to him. I let my body align with his, and sink into the notes of the music.
    “I’ve got you.” The sexy tone of his voice sent ripples down my spine as he whispered in my ear.
    He led me through the song with smooth steps, holding me firmly against his body. I pressed my face into the flat space under his shoulder. I inhaled the clean smell of soap. I muffled my inner giggle. Evan Carlson smelled like clean soap; that should be a headline. His white T-shirt was soft, and for a moment, I imagined myself nuzzling there for the night in that good-smelling spot. He looked down at me and smiled. I felt my cheeks flush, embarrassed he saw right into my daydream. I pulled myself up a little straighter and away from his shirt. He leaned in, pressed his palm into mine, and guided me around the loop the other dancers had started, slowly moving two steps at a time.
    I wanted the DJ to drag the song out a little longer, but instead, the last notes dwindled and Evan’s DJ friend switched the bar back into high gear with a fast-paced number. Evan slipped his hand into mine and led me back to our table.
    “Thanks, I haven’t danced in a while. That was fun.” I reached for my beer and took a sip. I was hot and the beer tasted great after a few spins around the dance floor.
    “Really, a girl like you? You should be out every weekend having a good time. I bet you’ve got guys lined up wanting to ask you out. Oh, wait. I’m an idiot. Are you seeing someone? I’m such an idiot. Of course you are.” Evan’s smile vanished, and his stare dropped to the floor.
    I reached over and put my hand on his leg. I paused, thinking I might have heard a gasp from our onlookers. “No, I’m not dating anyone.” I laughed. “I just stay really busy; especially now with all of the work for Masquerade . Not to mention, I’ve got to write something new.”
    “You scared me for a second, Ivy.” He put his hand on top of mine and squeezed