"His hand," said the first. "And from here, it looks as though she intends to keep it."
The orchestra broke into dance music, and as though prearranged, Guy led Laura through the crowd to the dance floor.
"How've you been?" he asked quietly.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Fine," she said. "I'm glad you're here."
"So am I—now. An hour ago I didn't think I would."
"So?"
"I was feeling low. Reaction, I guess."
"What you need is relaxation," she told him. "A drink, perhaps?"
"Could be," he agreed.
"If I were you, I'd get good and fried. You must have been through everything."