shaking anymore。
Unbelievable as it seemed； he had touched Serena with those very
hands while they were dancing。 And now he was alone with her in a
taxi。 If he wanted to； he could take her hand； stroke her cheek；
maybe even kiss her。 He studied her profile； her skin shining in the
yellow glow of the streetlights； but he couldn’t bring himself to do it。
“God I love to dance；” Serena said； letting her head fall back on the
seat。 She felt pletely relaxed。 “I could seriously dance every
single night。”
Dan nodded。 “Yeah； me too；” he said。 But only with you； he meant
to add。
It takes a girl like Serena to make a guy with two left feet say he
loves to dance。
They rode the rest of the way in silence； enjoying the tired feeling in
their legs and the cool air from the open window on their sweat…
dampened foreheads。 There was nothing awkward about the fact
that they weren’t talking。 It was nice。
When the cab pulled up in front of the old Barneys building on
Seventeenth Street； Dan was expecting to see Jenny waiting for
them outside； but the sidewalk was empty。
“I guess I’m going to have to go in there and get her；” Dan said。 He
turned to Serena。 “You can go ahead home。 Or you can wait。 。 。 。”
“I’ll e with you；” Serena said。 “I may as well see what I missed
out on。”
Dan paid for the cab； and they got out and headed for