“Though Claire could admit Luca was a talented dancer, there was something intangible about him that she didn't like. Maybe it was the fact that even in three-inch heels she had to look up to meet his gaze. Or the eyes that were coal black and seemed to burn with their own hidden fires. Or maybe it was Luca’s beautiful face, gifted by some unfair god and surrounded by a halo of dark curls. But probably the thing that annoyed Claire the most was Luca’s tendency to mock her at every turn, ensuring every encounter was a series of sniping matches where Luca usually emerged with the upper hand.”