It was sheer heaven being here beside him on the balcony, without another soul in sight. She leaned forward on the balustrade. “Isn’t it glorious?” she asked softly. He studied her hungrily for a moment before he turned his gaze toward the horizon. “I prefer sunset on the desert.” He lit a cigarette and smoked it silently for several seconds before his dark eyes cut sideways to study her. “Did you really want to dance with me?” he asked with a faint smile. Actually he danced quite well. But having Jenny close was a big risk. She went to his head even when they were several feet apart. “Wasn’t it obvious that I did?” she asked ruefully. “Not to me.” He blew out a cloud of smoke and stared at the distant horizon. “I won’t dance, Jennifer. Not this kind of dancing, anyway.” He was careful to say won’t and not can’t—lying was almost impossible for him. Apaches considered it bad manners to lie. “Oh. I’m sorry. You do everything else so well, I just assumed that dancing would come naturally to you.”
