Gabi heard the door open and turned, assuming it was one of the staff to clear the remnants of the wedding away.

      Instead it was Alim.

      ‘I was just...’ Gabi started. Just what? Thinking about you.

      She was one burning blush as he walked across the room, and she didn’t know where to go or what to do with herself as he approached the old gramophone.

      And then she shivered.

      Not because it was cold, for the air was perfectly warm. Instead she shivered in silent delight as she heard the slight scratch of the needle hitting the vinyl. The sounds of old were given life again and etched for ever on her heart as he turned around and walked towards her.

      without a word, he offered her this dance. And, without a word, she accepted.

      ‘Listen…’ He spoke into her ear and his low voice offered a delicious warning. ‘I am trouble.’

      ‘I know that.’

      ‘If you like me, then I am doubly so.’

      ‘I know all of that,’ Gabi said.

      The trouble was, right now—here in his arms—Gabi didn’t care about trouble. So she lifted her face to his.