Was that an actual blush on his wife's face? It made her seem so alive, so very real. There were times when she seemed more like someone on a stage than a real person, but here, now... he liked this side of her. He was proud to be her husband. Suspecting there was a rather Cheshire cat smile on his face he hid it with a long gulp of the champagne.

"The sort that involves dancing with one's wife." He and Verity hadn't danced at an event since their wedding. He always tried to give her the space she would want. But tonight he was feeling daring. He held out his arm in invitation.