Vince with Mila -- The first dance<br/><br/>Vince stood with his right hand offered allowing the women to sort themselves and their minds out.  He was sure enough of himself to know that whatever the result he would take the very best care of those who trusted in his touch.<br/><br/>Nicci’s blushed, her eyes shy and thoughtful. Marisol with the smile that left a man breathless. And Mila, who tensed her wide eyes and gave a start as she found her hand in his with no place to go but to dance. Mila’s voice spoke volumes of the hidden strength in the woman.<br/><br/>He bent and pressed his lips to the back of her hand in thanks, his grin spread across his face like a bad case of freckles. Mischief in his eyes and he raised and took a step backwards.<br/><br/>Her hand still in his as he spoke to her gently, “Come me darlin!  Tis ah wee stroll we be havin round deh hall!”<br/><br/>[ Come my darling. It’s a small stroll we’ll be taking around the hall]<br/><br/>Vince held out his other hand and moved around her so they both facing the same direction towards the Hall. Her right hand in his which rested on her right hip.  His other hand out so that she stood with her back to his chest and her left hand to his, with her right at her right hip.<br/><br/>The bright chords of music filled the hall as he let her settle against him as they walked briskly. He guided her along the hall and picking up the beat of the music. The music caught him. Called to his heart and he wanted to share it with her as they moved to the bright happy tune.<br/><br/>What else was dancing but skipping and stepping in time with a beat.  No one asked him if he could dance. He just knew it was right that he should.  To meet these wonderful woman without shame or pretense was a gift and he wanted to thank each one as they took the chance and danced with him.<br/><br/>“Can yah skip, me darlin?” Vince whispered to her.<br/><br/>