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“Thank you. I should be. My mother made us all learn when we were young.”

“I like her already.”

He smiled down at her. Round, blue eyes looked up at him.

“I really am sorry about spilling your drink.”

“It’s okay. My sister’s the one who got wet, not me.” She turned and looked at his friend, Jeff, laughing at something her sister had said. “Although I have a feeling there was a bit of a setup going on, not just clumsy line dancing.”

“It pains me to admit that you’re right. Jeff wanted to meet your sister…”

“Holly.”

“Holly.” He nodded. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he thought it was a foolproof plan.

“And you were just an innocent bystander.”

“I guess you could say that.” Truth was, Wes wanted to dance with the woman with mile-long legs, soft brown curls that floated down her back, and a perfect pink mouth he could see hadn’t smiled in way too long. So when Jeff suggested his plan, Wes agreed to go along with it. A bonus was to get them both away from the line dancing. Spilling a drink on anyone had not been the goal, just a mere bumping into to start a conversation. But it had worked, so who was he to complain?

“So what brings a guy like you into a place like this?”

He pulled back a bit and tilted his head. “A guy like me? I’m not sure I understand the question.”

She smiled. And the rest of the world melted away. Yeah. This woman smiling needed to happen more often. Pretty much all the time.

“You’re dressed quite nice. Did you leave a black-tie event to party with the boys or something?”

He had to chuckle at that. “Thankfully, no black-tie event. Not tonight. But I did come straight from work to meet my brother and some friends for a drink. So, should I be offended that you think my work attire looks like a tuxedo?”

Her laughter floated through the air, the sound even better than her smile.

“No. You look nice. I’m sorry.”

He continued to move them around the dance floor, her body moving gracefully against his. She didn’t miss a step. Definitely a dancer.

“You said your mother made all of you take dance lessons. How many siblings do you have?”

“Three. I’m the oldest. The guy at the booth with dark hair is my brother, Michael. I have another brother, Lucas, and our sister, McKenna, is the youngest.”

“Wow. Four kids. And you all live here?”

“No. Well, Mike does now.” As kind as the woman in his arms seemed, he didn’t feel right giving away too much of Mike’s story without his permission.

“You don’t live here?”

“Not really. No. I’m here because…”

Wes had spun them around and didn’t see Mike had stepped up behind him. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Wes. But we need to go.”

Wes still held the woman in his arms but stopped dancing. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. It’s fine.” Mike turned to the woman. “I’m so sorry. Really. My daughter needs us at home…”

“Of course. Please don’t apologize.”

Mike nodded then headed for the door.

Wes turned to her. “I’m sorry. I hate to cut out on you like this, but…”

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