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stairway.
    "All set, Tony," she told the dance director.
    "Good. We're going to start back at the beginning, nice and slow," he told her with a smile. "You'll start working with Lee today instead of me."
    "Lee?" She couldn't prevent dismay from sounding in her voice.
    "Yes, Miss Keller. Me."
    She hadn't seen him; she hadn't had the slightest idea that he was anywhere about.
    But he was.Walking down the stairway. And his movements were so quiet that it made perfect sense that she hadn't heard him, but still she felt like screaming at him.
    It was obvious that he had been there all along.Watching her. Not covertly, openly. She just hadn't known....Hadn't sensed his presence. And now it was suddenly overwhelming. She stared at him blankly as he continued down to meet her. He was in a short-sleeved knitIzod , kelly-green. The color seemed to bring out the glitter of gold in his eyes. His arms were bare, and his biceps bespoke wiry, muscled strength. The shirt hugged his torso, the trim, flat expanse of his waist, the triangular breadth of his chest and shoulders. Barbara had been right again: he appeared slim at a distance, but the closer he came, the more you became aware of the power of his frame. She was still looking up when he reached the bottom step. He stood a full head taller than she. And when he was there, right there before her, she sensed him again, as well as saw him. His after-shave was very light, and it made her think of cool, misty woods. It was pleasant, seductive....
    And as frightening as that hot, leashed sense of energy about him.
    "Good morning, Miss Keller."
    The sound of his voicerazored through her blood stream.Chills, then fever, assailed her again.
    "Good morning."
    "Tony has been through this with me already, so we might as well give it a quick spin and see where the problems will be. I like the idea of the five steps--if you can handle the distance. I assure you, I'll catch you when you fall."
    "Fine," Bryn said crisply.
    "Tony?"
    "I'm ready. Walk it through from the foot of the stairs. Then we'll try it with the music."
    It had been so easy the day before. Today, as soon as Lee put his hands on her upper arms, she wanted to wrench away from him and run. She glanced uneasily at the fingers that locked over her gently. They were bronze from the sun, long, the nails blunt and clean. A spattering of jet hair feathered the backs of his hands. She found herself thinking that they were definitely a man's hands....

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    "When you're ready, Miss Keller."
    She stared into his eyes. She saw the gold again, a deep burning fire, plunging into her soul. He was amused by her. She saw it as his lips twisted slightly into a sardonic smile.
    The spin!she reminded herself. She could wrench away from him....
    She spun into a pirouette, paused, turning right, and then left,then flew up the stairs. One, two, three, four, five...
    She felt his hand on her arm, gripping her, stopping her, spinning her around again. She executed the kick without thinking,then prayed that he would be there to catch her....
    He was. His right arm locked around her waist as she fell against the rock hardness of his torso; his left arm slipped beneath her, bending her knees, and she was floating as he began to carry her up the stairs.
    Floating... and staring into his eyes again. Feeling their heat...and that of his powerful arms about her...
    "Great!" Tony approved from the foot of the stairs."Rough, but great. Bryn, the kick was a little slow.
    Lee, look angrier, less tense. You're not going to drop her. Now let's try it with the music."
    The first try might have been "great," but the second was a disaster. Bryn tripped on the second step.
    And, to her horror, she repeated the fumble once, and then again.
    It was Condor, she thought with defensive and heated anger. It wasall his fault for that half smile of vast amusement he gave her each time he saw the resentment in