If The Ring Fits.... Kate Hardy

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СКАЧАТЬ who’s the most popular couple on the show. Have a look.’

      The chart showed that Polly and Liam were top, by a long way.

      ‘Wow. I never expected that—that’s really …’ Polly shook her head, unable to think of the right word. ‘Well, it’s humbling. Especially as we came last on the judges’ scoresheets.’

      ‘They really didn’t like Tiki’s reaction,’ Amanda said. ‘I’ve read all the threads. Everyone’s backing you, Polly. Go for it.’

      ‘And this is the dance to do it,’ Liam said softly when Amanda left the studio again. ‘Tomorrow, we’ll start the routine. But I’m going to check the song with you first.’

      He flicked a switch on his music system and an up-tempo song began; Polly recognised it as ‘Sway’.

      ‘I know that song. I’ve heard it on a film soundtrack.’

      ‘And you’re OK with it?’

      ‘I love it.’ She listened for a bit, then started cha-cha-chaing to the music.

      He raised an eyebrow. ‘And you started dead in the right place. Good. I think this is definitely your dance, Pol.’

      ‘Well, maestro—or whatever you’re meant to call a dancer—let’s go for it.’

      Polly found herself humming the song all the way home. And even having to deal with more admin from the cancelled wedding didn’t take the shine off her mood. She was still smiling the next morning, and this time she seemed to pick up the routine much more easily, not minding that Liam was bringing in more complicated underarm turns and mixing up dancing in hold with dancing side by side.

      ‘You’re doing well,’ he said, and the unexpected praise made her feel hot all over.

      ‘But?’ She knew there would be a but.

      He spread his hands. ‘But I need to get you used to dancing the cha cha cha in something other than trousers. I’ll come with you to the wardrobe department tomorrow, because they’ll need to match my outfit to your dress.’ He looked thoughtful. ‘Something short and flirty, I think.’

      That was bound to mean short sleeves. Panic flooded through her. ‘Can’t I have something floaty, like last week?’

      ‘You can’t do a Latin dance in a ballroom costume,’ Liam said. ‘And if Jane the comedienne can wear a short skirt, given that she’s a fair bit, um, curvier than you, then you’ll be fine.’ He patted her shoulder. ‘People will look at your feet and your smile, I promise.’

      Obviously he thought she was panicking about her thighs. ‘I’m not worried about my legs,’ she said.

      ‘Then what’s wrong?’

      She couldn’t bring herself to tell him. The words stuck in her throat. The easy way out would be to show him the scars, but she just couldn’t do that. ‘I don’t mind a short dress, but I’m used to long sleeves.’

      ‘Not for a cha cha cha.’

      ‘I’m superstitious,’ she said.

      His expression told her that, given she’d picked a green dress last time, he didn’t believe a word of it. But, to her relief, he didn’t push her on the subject.

      On Wednesday morning, their practice went well and Polly’s smile was genuine. But her smile faded when they went to the wardrobe department and she realised that none of the costumes on offer had long sleeves.

      ‘I really need long sleeves,’ she said to Rhoda, biting her lip. ‘Please.’

      ‘There aren’t any—not with the cha cha cha dresses.’

      Polly thought back to costumes she’d seen on the show in previous years. ‘What about something with cuffs?’

      ‘Ah—now, cuffs we can do,’ Rhoda said.

      The relief made Polly’s knees go weak. Rhoda came back with a blue sequinned dress, the same dark blue as Liam’s eyes; it had a fringed short skirt, a silver belt, and matching silver cuffs that Polly could see immediately would be deep enough to hide her scars. ‘Those silver shoes you had for the foxtrot—they’ll work for this, too,’ Rhoda said.

      ‘Thank you. That’s absolutely brilliant.’

      ‘My pleasure, love.’ Though Rhoda looked concerned, and Polly had the nasty feeling she was going to be the centre of backstage … not gossip, exactly, but conversation.

      She’d just have to hope that they’d find a more interesting topic.

      Liam’s outfit consisted of dark trousers, and a sheer dark blue shirt, shot through with silver and navy blue sequins.

      ‘Flashy,’ she teased.

      But the shirt also brought out the beautiful colour of his eyes; it really suited him. And she loved the swishy skirt of her dress.

      ‘You know I’m going to ask—’ Liam began when they’d left the studio.

      ‘No.’ In panic, she pressed the tip of her finger over his mouth. And then she wished she hadn’t. His lips were warm. Soft. And the contact with her skin made her tingle all over.

      ‘Please don’t. It’s something I don’t want to talk about, OK?’ Her voice was shaky, and not just because of dredging up her past. Touching Liam made her knees go weak.

      ‘Is it something that’s going to affect your dancing?’

      ‘No.’ Not unless she had to wear short sleeves. ‘If you promise not to ask me, I’ll cook you a pizza for dinner tonight.’ The second she stopped speaking, she panicked again. Now he’d think she was asking him out on a date. And she wasn’t—was she?

      ‘That is, to say thanks for how much you’ve taught me this week,’ she added swiftly.

      ‘It’s my job,’ he reminded her.

      ‘And good work gets a bonus. In this case, pizza.’

      ‘Home made?’ he asked.

      ‘Well—no. But I make a mean brownie.’

      ‘Cake.’ His eyes glittered. ‘Done. What time?’

      ‘Seven?’

      ‘Great. See you then.’

      Liam rang the doorbell at seven precisely; a few seconds later, Polly opened the door and her eyes widened as he handed her a bunch of bright pink gerbera.

      ‘How lovely.’ She beamed at him. ‘Though you didn’t have to do that.’

      ‘Hostess gift,’ he said. Just in case she thought there were strings attached.

      ‘Thank you. Come in, and I’ll put these in water.’

      She rummaged through a cupboard in her kitchen. СКАЧАТЬ