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Sara was livid that her computer had failed. She had completely lost Christopher Manning and all his information from her Internet files. A regular subscriber to the Internet server her brother owned, Sara could not post Manning's regular monthly eleven-dollar payment without it totally disappearing before her eyes. When Manning received a bill for 1.1 million dollars, he had to come into her office to clear the matter up. She was attracted to a man for the first time in many years and was devastated when she realized that he was an investigator for the attorney general's office and that that whole thing was set up to get close to her files because she was suspected of computer identity left.
Sara would lose much. Her best friend was murdered, another friend was arrested in error, and of course, there was that attraction that quickly turned to love that she knew was impossible. Manning simply took the physical attraction for granted, and for some reason, she went along for the ride.
Together they solved the crime and got married. That was when the fun began. Sara discovered her perfect man loved to dance, loved the oldies she played on her piano, and adored shopping. Imagine that, if you will. Christopher Manning turned out to be that perfect man, and they continued to do what they did best--make love and dance. Between them, they found a way to make a living, opening a dance club for those who loved to do ballroom dancing. It was the real McCoy, the real ballroom dancing, not exhibition style.
There is a new adventure for them both as they learn about each other. Singing? Who would have thought?
