It was strange, Ros thought, to reconcile the notion of the Quintessential Ministry Man with the good-natured, even seemingly easy-going man who escorted her now upon the dance floor. It was not at all like she had anticipated this Season nonsense to be, leading the witch to think she was already making a blunder of it.

He danced well and, for Roslyn's part, so did she, the quick and weaving movements of the quadrille affording them little room to converse as the melody guided their steps. Still, there was room for a glance here, a smile there—the early signs of I don't actually know you but you seem as though you could very well be delightful as Roslyn Fisk endeavored to achieve all three goals upon her short list.