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