She raised an amused eyebrow at his response, trying to ignore the way that low voice sent a little shiver down her spine. “Then I'm not sure Santa's going to bring you any presents, Jim,” she said, feigning regret. “Though I think I've been a nice girl, aside from secretly meeting you for dance lessons, of course.”

Her eyes were fixed on him as he took a few steps away and started to move. This time her staring was perfectly justified, and she watched him fly across the floor with movements much quicker than any dance she'd previously seen. The dance seemed to fill up the whole room, and she couldn't have looked away even if she'd wanted to. A little thrill went through her at the thought that maybe someday she'd be able to move like that. Not maybe. Definitely. I can do this. She took careful stock of the rhythm of his steps, wanting to learn the basics as quickly as possible. The movements suited him so well, and as he slid across the floor on his knees to stop in front of her, his exquisite eyes were alive with something completely captivating.

She smiled down at him, obviously impressed, though there was still a challenge in her eyes. “I'd say there's no question that you do an impressive quickstep, Jim. Now I just need to know whether or not you can teach it.”