"Dance with me, Kate."
She shook her head. "No, thank you."
"Aw, come on." He pouted. "Do you think I'll step on your toes?"
She studied him for a moment. No, she didn't think that. He had a certain quality that, in anyone else, she'd call grace. He was comfortable in his body. "I just don't feel like dancing right now, Tony," she demurred.
"Okay." He shrugged and sat beside her. "But you have to promise me a dance."
His smile was infectious. She laughed. "Fine. I promise I'll dance with you later."