Martha snorted and cocked an eyebrow. "Consider it my nod to cultural diversity," she said, "though in my realm? Just a sign of having a good time." Among other things that she knew he knew.

Nick's breath was warm against her ear, but not unpleasant, and she felt a spark run through her. Hopefully, she figured, she was doing a decent job of not giving it away like some kind of fresher on a club night. "I dance with them, if they're interested. And they don't mind that I'm not that great a dancer."

Unless dancing is only a metaphor, she mentally added, but couldn't bring herself to say.