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“Now you’re just making excuses. Come on. When I first asked, you weren’t sure if you’d still be here.” He chuckled. “You’re here. You might as well go. It’d save you from my cooking tonight.”
“I love your cooking.” Her smile widened.
“Then I’ll cook tomorrow—give you the night off. What do you say?”
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“The tempo’s quick, quick, slow…slow…Quick, quick, slow…slow…Basically, we just walk in a straight line. I start moving forward on my left foot. You follow by stepping back with your right.” He caught her gaze. “Do you know why?”
She shook her head.
“Because ladies are always right.”
A giggle escaping, she faced him.
“Same with your hands. Put your right hand in mine and your left hand here, on my shirtsleeve’s seam.” He tapped his shoulder. “Got it?”
Cringing, she groaned. “I’ll look like an idiot on the dance floor.”
“No, you won’t because”—he winked as he placed his right hand on her shoulder blade—“I’ve got your back.”
She gave a nervous laugh. “Why’d I let you talk me into this?”
“Relax. Just have fun. You’ll like the two-step once you get the hang of it.” He gave her hand a playful squeeze. “Remember, it’s just like walking. Quick, quick, slow…slow…”
The music started.
“Ready?” Leading, he walked forward as he counted. “One, two, three…four…”
Moving counterclockwise, he kept them near the center of the floor with the slower dancers, leaving the outside for the more experienced couples.
“They’re literally dancing circles around us.” Watching the faster dancers, she winced.
“Gotta’ walk before you can run.” He chuckled. “Quick, quick, slow…slow…Quick, quick, slow…slow…Got it?
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By the end of the evening, I was doing the sweetheart position, one-and-a-half turns, and free spins as we spun around the dancefloor.
“You’re right.” Breathless after a set, I turned toward him as we took our seats. “The two-step is fun.”
“Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
Even in the dimly lit bar, his eyes twinkled.
“Just hope your toes aren’t too bruised tomorrow.”
“I’ll survive.” He flashed white teeth as he leaned back his head and laughed.
The alternate band started the next set.
“Come on.” I took a swig of beer, set down the bottle, and grabbed his hand, tugging. “They’re playing our song.”
“I need a breather.” He shook his head. “Besides, we don’t have a song.”
“What’s the name of this one?”
“Bubbles in the Bucket.”
