“No gladder than I am.” He grinned as he looked her over with a sauciness at which no one could take offense. Then he whistled softly.
“Gosh, but you look like a dream walking!”
“But I came here to dance, not walk.”
“You didn’t come here to dance with Lieutenant Cary from now on if I have anything to do with it.”
“Why he dances divinely.” Kitty found herself defending the man she didn’t like just to take Brad down a peg or two.
“Maybe he learned his dance steps where the great Strauss waltzes were born.” Brad glanced around before he added “Vienna.”
“You mean?”
“We can’t talk here,” he warned quietly.
“I wanted to talk to you about something, too.”
“Did you?” he asked eagerly.