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telling him to mind his own business, she found herself saying, "No, I don't."
    "Why not?"
    Once again, instead of telling him that she didn't want to talk about it, she felt strangely comfortable opening up to him. Maybe I need to slow down on these margaritas , she thought to herself.
    "I can't put my trust in another partner to dance that way again. I lost too much the last time."
    "But you're perfectly fine with dancing with a bunch of strangers?"
    "That's different."
    "How?"
    She looked away from his intense gaze.
    "When I'm dancing with a stranger, there's no expectations. It's just one dance for one moment in time."
    "Is that how you felt when we danced?"
    "At the time, yes."
    "So when you said to find you..."
    "I never really expected to see you again," Julie admitted honestly. "I thought you were just some vacationer passing through."
    "And now that you know I'm not just some vacationer?"
    How was she supposed to answer that? There was no denying that there was chemistry between them. It was stronger than anything she'd felt before. That's also what scared her.
    "I don't know," she finally answered.
    "But you do want to dance with me again," he pointed out.
    "You turned me down," she reminded him, with a teasing grin.
    "No, I just said 'another time'."
    "I'm going to hold you to that."
    "Sweetheart, you can hold me anyway you'd like."
    It always caught her off guard when he threw out a flirtatious remark like that. And he seemed to notice, and enjoy the way her cheeks would become flushed.
    "It's getting late," he said, pulling out enough cash to pay for both of their meals.
    And just like that, he went on as if he hadn't just made a remark that had her body ready to jump over the table and do wicked things to him. She watched as he stood and held his hand out to her.
    "I'll walk you back to your car," he said.
    She placed her hand in his and he helped her out of her chair.
    Although it was still considerably warm for the evening, the temperature had drop several degrees and occasionally a breeze would blow through as they walked back to the car.
    "Hey, have you ever thought of giving lessons at restaurants like the cantina back there?"
    Julie looked at Dylan, surprised by his suggestion.
    "No, I haven't."
    "A lot of restaurants do that, you know? Have a dance teacher come in and give lessons on certain nights. I'm sure doing that would bring in a new string of students, and drum up some new business."
    Julie stopped and glared at him. "Did Gram tell you business was slow?"
    "What? No," Dylan said. "Look, I'm sorry if I overstepped. I just...noticed that the studio didn't seem to have a lot of students. I guess it's just an occupational hazard to automatically assess the situation and try to figure out the best way to fix things."
    "What is it that you do exactly?"
    "I own a business consulting firm."
    That explained a lot, Julie realized. She knew he must have been pretty well off to live in this area of Coral Gables. She had to admit, she was slightly impressed that he had his own company as well. But she could tell he was a hard worker.
    "I'm sorry if I snapped...again."
    "There's no need to apologize. I'm the one who stuck my nose where it didn't belong." He added cautiously, "But if you or Miss Dottie ever decide you want some advice, I'm here."
    "I don't think we could afford it."
    "For you, it would be no charge," he said, gently squeezing her hand. She looked down and realized they were still holding hands. Once they left the restaurant, he obviously didn't seem to be in any rush to release her hand.
    Oddly enough, she didn't feel the need to extract her hand from his either.
    When they made it to her car, Dylan told her to get in and start it to make sure it was still working. Julie looked up and smiled when the car started with no problems.
    "Thanks for everything," she said, stepping out of the car. "Including the meal, although I wanted to pay for my food and drinks. It's not like we were on a date."
    He