"May I cut in?" Anthony DeMarco was standing in front of them with his hand extended.
"Mr. DeMarco! Yes, of course. You don't mind, do you, Faith?" Mark said quickly.
"No," her voice was barely a whisper.
Anthony placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She put her hands on his broad shoulders, and they slowly moved with the music. He smelled of cologne. Faith wanted to bury her face in his chest. What a crazy thought!
"Look at me, Faith," Anthony said in a husky voice.
She looked up.
"I want to apologize for what happened between us," he said.
What? Did she hear him correctly?
"It was a misunderstanding, and the way I treated you was unforgivable," he continued.
This is shocking. She didn't think Anthony cared.
"It was my fault," she said meekly.
"No, it wasn't. Yes
