“Yes, ma’am, I am.” He stood and offered his hand.

She slid hers into his warm grasp. As always, his

touch caused a little shock in her heart. The weight of a

hundred pairs of eyes followed them out onto the floor.

The dirt was packed smooth, and a ring of hay bales

marked the area. Her tummy quivered with a

combination of nerves and anticipation.

He found an open spot, which wasn’t difficult with

the other couples affording them a wide berth, and then

curved his arm around her waist to draw her close. Her

body fit perfectly against him. A shiver tingled through

her. She rested her free hand on his shoulder.

His thigh brushed hers as he rhythmically shuffled

his feet to the music. His gaze captured and held hers.

The rest of the room faded as she stared into the warm,

melted chocolate brown of his eyes.

She didn’t care that people whispered. Snuck

glances. Or outright gaped. All she cared about was

swaying to a soft, slow beat. The quicker thud of her

heart. Strong arms wrapped around her. And the desire

to stay right where she was. Maybe forever.