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Nico glanced at me, his expression cooling. “You must be my partner?”
“Yes,” I said, stepping closer, unsure if I should go in for a hug or a handshake. On the reveal videos they did for the main series, there were always hugs and smiles and excited screams, but that definitely wasn’t the case here. I ended up holding out my hand awkwardly as I added, “I’m Toby.”
“Nico.” He took my hand and shook it briefly, but that was enough for me. His grip was warm and firm, and my brain casually reminded me those hands were going to be holding mine with increasing regularity.
In a ballroom hold. Obviously.
Not for any other reason.
Given the way he was looking at me, it really would only be in hold—with one hand on my back and the other hand in mine. And even then I doubted it would be unless he had to.
No, Nico was a professional. He was going to do whatever he needed to teach me, and I was going to be a model student. After all, I’d begged and pleaded to be on the show, so I had to do a good job. Otherwise, Malcolm was never going to let me pick my own projects again.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, offering him the most winning smile I had in my armoury. “I’m very excited for this.”
“Yeah. It should be fun.”
“I don’t have a lot of formal dance training, but I’ve done choreographed routines before. For music videos and when we were on tour.”
He nodded. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
For God’s sake, it was like talking to a brick wall. A frosty one. I really didn’t want to think he was an arsehole, but if the shoe fitted…
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