"Ramon, Do You Know How to Dance?" Katie Asked...

They were surrounded by couples dancing, loud music blasting over the loudspeakers.

Flinging his cigar away in a glowing red arc, he said tersely, "Yes, Katie, I know how to dance. I know how to swim. I know how to tie my own shoes. I have a slight accent, which you seem to think means I am backward and ignorant, but which many women find attractive."

Katie stiffened angrily, and said very quietly and very distinctly, "Go to hell." Intending to walk away, she pivoted on her heel, then gasped in surprise as Ramon's hand clamped on her arm, jerking her around to face him.

He gazed down into her stormy blue eyes and a reluctant smile of admiration broke across his fea-tures... "Katie," he breathed as his firm, sensual mouth descended to hers...

A jolt rocked through Katie as his warm lips cov¬ered hers in a lingering kiss...