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Live music had started right after the conclusion of his speech, something brassy and mid-tempo I didn’t recognize, but probably wouldn’t get injured trying to dance to. I looked at Roger and he raised an eyebrow as if to say, isn’t that what you’re here for?
“Is there a recommended waiting period for dancing after eating?” I asked.
“I’m glad to see you’re a cautious woman, but it should be safe if we keep the gyrations to a minimum,” Senator Todd said. As if on cue, the band switched to an even slower number.
“In that case, I’d be delighted, Senator Todd.”
He took my hand as I stood. “Joseph,” he reiterated.
“All right, Joseph, but only with reciprocity—call me Sydney.”
“Was that a lawyer joke?” he asked, as he guided me to the center of the dance floor where we joined a dozen o
