Three-Quarter Time

Some dances you wait a lifetime for.The flyer hung on Sam Ferro's refrigerator for nineteen months, pinned by a magnet shaped like Italy, his late wife's handwriting slanting across the bottom: US. This year. No excuses. She meant to take those ballroom lessons. She never got the chance. So one cold autumn evening, Sam peels the paper free and drives to the old Oddfellows hall, meaning only to walk that sprung maple floor once, badly, and set down a promise he never kept. He'll leave at the break. He'll never have to do it again.Iris Penhallow doesn't want to be there either. A seamstress with precise hands and gray eyes that give away nothing, she's been signed up against her will by a well-meaning friend, and she's counting the minutes until she can go home. When the formidable Vivian Sotelo pairs the two most reluctant people in the room, it's simple arithmetic: they're both furious to be here, which means they'll work.What follows is a season of stepped-on toes and stubborn silences, of a carpenter who can't keep a beat and a woman braced against being looked at, standing exactly where the light falls. Between the box steps and the winter showcase looming ten weeks out, something unlooked-for begins to grow. But second chances ask hard questions. About grief, and guilt, and the wedding ring worn thin on a hand that hasn't touched a stranger's back in nineteen months. About whether a heart can open again without betraying the love that came before.Warm, wry, and beautifully unhurried, Three-Quarter Time is a heartfelt story of late-blooming love, quiet courage, and two people learning to hold a shape between them. Vivian was right about that old floor: it remembers every dance it ever held.Now Sam and Iris have to decide what they'll give it worth keeping.Step onto the floor and fall in love, one-two-three. Start reading today.