A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse...they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?
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Rosie hesitated in the shop doorway. The door opened with the tinkling of the bell and a man stood before her. Taller than her by a head and some, Rosie found herself staring at his chest. She noticed his muscles even through his loose denim shirt. She looked up into his beautiful face. His eyes were such a dark blue they were almost black in the shade of the doorway. His eyelashes were long, thick, and definitely black. He had almost black hair, glossy and long, but tied back. She stared up at him.
He looked down at her and smiled.
“Are you coming into the shop?” His friendly tone made Rosie smile, too.
As he blocked the way, she nodded. “I’m about to inquire about the dance lessons. I saw the poster.”
The man watched her closely, as if taking a mental picture of her.
“I’d love to see you there. Come in and sign up.” He turned and pushed the door open again, holding it so she had to pass close to his body. Rosie enjoyed the proximity, letting herself dream for a moment that she could be held in his arms, pressed against his muscular chest.
“Thank you.” She expected him to leave the shop then, but he followed her to the counter and passed around to the other side. Another young man came out of a small office situated towards the back of the shop and jogged down to the counter. He was very attractive, his short, spiked hair almost white it was so blond. His eyes were a lovely chocolate brown. His smile lit up his face as he moved around the dark-haired man to talk to Rosie.
“How can I help you?” he asked. A flicker of amusement passed over the dark-haired man’s face. She looked past him to the blond one.
“Well … I’m thinking of enrolling for the dance classes.” Nervous around the two gorgeous men, her heartbeat sped up.
“You must. She should. Don’t you think, Jude?” The blond guy stood alongside the other man and addressed him.
“I do.” Jude accompanied his answer with a sultry look directed at Rosie.
She felt confused for a moment. It had been so long since a man gazed at her with any interest, and now, as she looked from one man to the other, she saw they were both interested in her. A wave of elation mixed with fear welled up in her. She wanted to run out of the shop.
“I’m Justin and this is Jude.” The blond man introduced them both and waited for Rosie to provide her name.
“Rosie Cartwright.” Rosie’s voice came out in a whisper.
“Cartwright. Mmm.” Justin glanced at Jude.
“We’re starting classes this evening, Rosie, so please sign up.” Jude’s voice and stare was dreamy. Rosie felt so drawn to him, and yet when Justin handed her a small form and a pen, his fingers touched hers and a jolt ran up her arm into her heart. She looked into his chocolate brown eyes, and then at his enticing lips, wanting to kiss him.
“Is it okay to come alone? Will there be other people there to partner with?” Rosie felt foolish and needy as she asked this. She scribbled her name, address, and cell phone number onto the form, and ticked the box to pay by credit card.
Jude leaned onto the counter top and turned the form around to read it. He looked across into Rosie’s eyes, his sapphire-blue gaze broadcasting sexual heat.
“I’ll partner you. I do that. Justin teaches, but he partners too if necessary. We have lots of people coming, almost twenty. You can start this evening, can’t you, Rosie?”
She nodded. “I can. I will. Do I need to pay now?”
Justin took the form out of Jude’s hand. “No, Rosie. See how you like it tonight, and then decide on the six-week course. If you go for that then you will need to commit to both Saturday and Wednesday sessions. Here’s the brochure.”
Rosie watched as he took a colored bi-fold from a stack and offered it to her. His fingertips brushed against hers. She opened the bi-fold to note the lessons were held in the village hall, and glanced back at both men. “Do I need special shoes or anything?”
Both of them smiled at her, their gaze soft and kind. Jude answered. “No. Just shoes that will stay on and not trip you when you’re dancing.”
Rosie didn’t want to leave the shop, but she knew she must. She backed away from the counter waving the colored brochure gently. “I’ll see you this evening. Thank you, for this.” The words she didn’t say hung in the air as she left the shop.
She walked up the main street feeling incredibly happy. They both like me. I’ll get to dance with Jude. I’ll feel his arms around me. How completely yummy. What a surprise. This is so great. Justin is incredibly sexy. Wow.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013
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