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to soak the scene in for a moment; it does my heart good to see her so happy.
     
    After so much sadness in her life, it’s as if Matthew has breathed the vibrancy back into her soul. Good things come to those who wait, my father would say. In Kendra’s case, that seems to be true. So, where’s my prince charming? Maybe I haven’t waited long enough. Maybe my father is full of shit. Either way, it’s time to go get my coat and head home. I’ve had enough of watching others in love for one night.
     
    The band kicks it up with a lively tune for the next song, and a few couples start to peel off the dance floor. If Kendra and Matthew can hear the music, it doesn’t show since they’re still softly swaying against each other in a love-laced trance.
     
    “You know, I was never very good at asking the pretty girls to dance.” I swirl around, and Bradley is standing next to me, close enough that my arm grazes across his chest and my body tingles. “But I thought I’d regret it if I didn’t come over here and ask you before I have to leave.” He smiles, and I try to picture him struggling for anything with any woman at any age, but I’m coming up blank.
     
    My head is still pounding, and my feet are tired, but there’s no denying that I want to dance with him… horizontally… in bed. However, this will do for now. “I’d love to.” I smile back and watch the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes grow deeper as he beams back at me.
     
    “I was hoping you’d say that.” Bradley extends his arm and leads me to the floor. Just as we turn to face each other, the band breaks out in a roaring version of the bird dance. Are you kidding me? Why do they play this at every wedding reception? Does anyone like this song?
     
    My question is quickly answered as the floodgates open, and we’re quickly engulfed by a crowd of enthusiastic arm flappers. Bradley looks at me and shrugs, breaking into a twist then clapping along with the group. I’m staring at him, unmoving, with total disbelief when he grabs my arm, and we start twirling around in a circle. A smile spreads across my face despite myself. I guess it’s a classic because it’s actually a lot of fun.
     
    The music blends into another slow song and Bradley holds my wrist, pulling me in against him. His shoulders are wide making my hand look small resting on it. At first glance, I didn’t realize how built he is. I’m 5’6”, so almost 6 feet in these heels, and he is easily 4 inches taller than me. As his hand wraps around my waist, I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes, breathing him in, wishing he could hold me like this for the rest of the night.
     
    As the song fades out, Bradley gently tugs my hand, leading me back off the dance floor. Well, it was fun while it lasted.
     
    “Can I get you another glass of wine?” Bradley nods at my empty glass sitting beside my clutch on the table.
     
    “Don’t you have to go?” I don’t want to sound like I’m pushing him out the door, but he did tell me he had other plans.
     
    “Priorities. The way I see it, I can walk out of here and tend to an issue that will still be there in the morning. Or I can stay and dance with you until the morning. I’m not much of a dancer, but I’d love to show you all my sweet moves if you want to stay.” He laughs, “Let’s see, you’ve already seen my signature dance with the bird song there. But I’ve got some pretty impressive foot shuffling and a cabbage patch.” He moves his hands like he’s stirring an invisible witch’s brew, “that will blow your mind.”
     
    I laugh as he shuffles around like he has a bug in his shoe. Maybe it’s true what they say about white guys on the dance floor . He stops and grins at me as his hair flicks down on his forehead, giving him an irresistible boyish charm.
     
    “I don’t know if I can keep up!” I tease, tilting my head. “Those are some pretty advanced dances, I mean did you take a class or