The Work of Grace
“I’m not a particularly good dancer, even when I’m sober.”
Beside me, Rob flashes that drop-dead gorgeous smile. “Neither am I, but I bet we can get through a two-step.” Sliding out of the booth, he offers me his hand.
Behind us, our raucous table is remarkably subdued as Rob leads me to the dancefloor. I’m still a bit worried about even a two-step, but by the time we get there and Rob pulls me into a closed dance position, the song has ended.
I’m just hoping the next song has a slower tempo when it begins, then shake my head at the irony. It’s a slow dance. Be careful what you wish for, I think as the music swells and Rob leads.
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