He dipped me, which he’d finally gotten me to do without either making a surprised squeak, which I hated, or going stiff in his arms, which he hated. He’d thought the squeak was cute. We finished the dance, and a new song came on. People began to line up, so it was a line dance, no partner needed.
“Do you know the dance?” I asked.
“No, but . . .” He shrugged those great shoulders of his.
“Line dancing is still above my skill set,” I said, laughing, “but you go dance.”
He smiled at me, eyes shining. “Are you sure?” he asked.