Page 48 of Truth or More Truth
She giggles and then says, “Mr. Bobby, will you dance with me when the dancing part starts?”
He gives Emily the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on his handsome face. “Of course I will, as long as your mom says it’s OK. I bet you’re a good dancer.”
“I’m the best! But first you have to dance with Miss Melissa.” She gives us each a sly grin. “I bet she’s a good dancer, too.”
Bobby chuckles. “I think you’re probably right about that. With your mom’s approval, you’ll get my second dance of the night, okay?”
Emily nods. “Yep. And then I’m going to dance with Uncle Randall and then Mr. Ash and then Mr. Shannon.”
Bobby’s eyebrows go up. “You have a full dance card. I’m honored to be on it.”
Emily’s nose scrunches up. “I don’t have a dance card. Do I need a card? Where’s my card?”
“It’s just a saying now,” Bobby says. “Though a long time ago, women did have a card they carried around where they’d write down the names of the men who wanted to dance with them.”
How does he know that?
“Like as long ago as the people inDirty Dancing?”Emily asks.
Bobby’s eyebrows now nearly meet his hairline. “You’ve seenDirty Dancing?”
Emily’s face falls. “No. Mommy won’t let me watch it.” Then her face brightens. “But I love the music! We have the soundtrack.”
“I love the soundtrack, too,” I say. “What’s your favorite song on it?”
“‘Hey Baby’ is my favorite.” She claps in excitement. “What’s yours?”
“‘I’ve Had the Time of My Life,’” I say.
“I’m partial to ‘She’s Like the Wind,’” Bobby shares.
My jaw drops, but Emily nods seriously and says, “That’s a good one, too.”
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” I ask Bobby.
“I told you you don’t know everything about me.”
When the dance finally begins, Ash and Leslie dance to “Endless Love” to kick things off, and there are few dry eyes in the room before the song ends. The song is so perfect forthe two of them.
The music then fades into REO Speedwagon’s “Can’t Fight This Feeling,” and the DJ calls the rest of the wedding party onto the dance floor. I almost miss the wink Leslie gives me as Bobby leads me out into the open space.
Bobby pulls me against him, and my arms loop around his neck as his hands rest on my waist.
“Did Leslie wink at you?” he asks, lips twitching. I’m not sure if he’s trying to suppress a frown or a smile.
“I believe she did.” My heart begins to race, and I wonder if he can feel it. He has pulled me so tightly against him, he very well could. Not that I’m complaining about our close proximity.
He sweeps an escaped lock of hair behind my ear, and the imprint of his touch lingers on my skin.
“What’s that about?” he asks.
I search his eyes. Does he not know? Have his friends not been trying to push him toward me as well? Is he not aware of what this song is about?
I take a deep breath and decide to go for it. It may lead to a ridiculously awkward drive home tomorrow, but I feel like I’d regret not doing this more than I’d regret doing it and getting shot down.
“Listen to the lyrics,” is all I say as I look directly into his eyes.
Bobby leans his head around so his lips brush my ear, and a shiver runs all the way to my toes.
