"Two," Beau told the bartender, holding up the same number of fingers just in case the order got lost beneath the loud music.
Sweet Merlin, he really was an enthusiastic puppy, wasn’t he? Beau couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but he was reminded of Scarlett, only taller and without the aggressive seduction.
"I’ve had lessons," he said, though Let’s Dance had been more like a three-month dance boot camp. He hadn’t signed the contract yet but he was due to take part in a one-off Christmas special, so he'd be killing his feet again very soon. "I’m a man of many talents. You’ve got some good moves." Beau thought he probably shouldn’t flirt too much, but he was feeling a good buzz from a couple of drinks and energetic dancing.