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200 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
She grimaced. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for that.”
“Make sure you let me know when you are and I’ll
be the first one in line.”
“You looked like you were doing fine with your niece.”
“You must have missed the part where I crushed her
delicate toes with my big, clumsy feet. She went looking
for Seth. Apparently, he’s a much better dancer.”
“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”
He laughed. “Yeah. It’s not the first time a girl has
deserted me for my baby brother, and it probably won’t
be the last.”
He settled beside her, enjoying the scent of her and the
warmth from her shoulder occasionally brushing his.
From here they had a view of the entire yard—the
band, the dancers, the tables still bulging with food.
The fairy lights flickered in the night, lending a soft
magic to the ranch. Wade had brought in several chimineas
to set around the conversation areas, and the
outdoor fireplaces provided a crackling warmth as the
April night air cooled.
“Quite a party,” she said after a moment, as they
watched Marjorie and Quinn fox-trot across the makeshift
dance floor. As usual, his mother and her second
husband looked as if they were having the time of their
lives, lost in their own private joy.
“It is.”
“Everyone’s been so kind.”
He smiled. “The best people on earth live in Pine
Gulch, and they’re always ready for a celebration.”
She shifted again, and he saw discomfort flicker in
her dark eyes.