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that
couldn’t be filled.
    She wiped beneath her eyes, swallowing back her tears.
    “Naw, nothin’ like that. Just... Gonna miss it here,”
she said weakly and without conviction.
    That made him stop and think, his deep, dark eyes scanning her as
he pondered. Though his first response wasn’t with words, he
merely slid his arm from her hip about her waist and pulled her in
tight and close against his hard body.
    “There’s a dance comin’ tomorrow night. Over at
the Swanson farm,” he said lowly. “Will you accompany me?
That is, if you can spare the extra night from work…” he
asked, brow raised in anticipation.
    It wasn’t what she expected, not even close. But the thought
of going to a dance with him... She couldn’t deny that she
wanted it. That she was excited at the prospect, even.
    She drew in her lower lip, gnawing it thoughtfully. What would
people say, her showin’ up to a dance with him, though? But
before she could talk herself out of it, his hand squeezed her hip,
and she was brought back to the blissful present, his arms around
her, his body so near to her own.
    “I’d love that.”
    “I was hopin’ you’d say that,” he said
with a burgeoning grin, and he leaned on down nearer to her height to
kiss her. It was a briefly lingering meeting of his lips to her
flesh, so near to the edge of her mouth, but technically just on the
cheek.
    “Wear your finest babe, ‘cause it’s gonna be a
great night,” he said excitedly.
    That was the Damien she’d known, the one who was a little
crude, but with how kind he’d been to her, it was different.
Instead of making her roll her eyes, she instead laughed softly, the
warmth of his mouth on her still lingering long after he pulled away.
    “I don’t have much out here,” she admitted,
though she hoped she’d make due.
    He paused and stared at her a moment before he spoke some more.
    “Then come with me tomorrow mornin’. I’ll take
ya over to the shoppin’ mall. It’s a few hours’
drive, there and back, but we’ll find ya somethin’ real
nice. On me,” he said with a confident, pleased expression.
    She had no idea what had happened to him to soften him to her, but
she wasn't going to spit on the good luck she had.
    “That’d be great, Damien,” she said, her voice
excited. “I can’t wait.”

Chapter 9
    The next morning started off early as usual, but this time after
breakfast Damien smiled and went to his bike to wait for her.
    “It’s a long drive, so don’t let your arms grow
tired,” he cautioned her as he started up and began the long
ride off to the shopping mall.
    It’d been a long time since Britney had found an opportunity
to make it there. It was the biggest and last shopping opportunity
short of the big city itself. But Damien seemed to have a solid idea
of where to go, because he brought her to one of the newer stores
she’d never been to before. Some French soundin’ name
that made it seem like it’d be expensive.
    “I want you to pick out the prettiest damn dress you can
find,” he declared as they came to a halt and parked.
    She was never very good at things like that. She always just
picked out what was most practical other than her fine dresses for
special occasions, and she never really cared for those. Simple white
cotton filled most of her wardrobe, so she couldn’t help but be
excited and a little nervous.
    They made their way in and immediately she felt out of place. The
music was loud and thrummed through her veins, and everything seemed
so flashy and high class. The sales associates were whip thin, and
both wore a strained smile for her and a more lustful gaze for
Damien.
    She ignored the pang of jealousy as she went to the wall, flipping
idly through, not sure what she was really lookin’ for.
Something that would wow Damien, show him she wasn’t just some
simple farm girl or diner waitress. She wanted to look special.
    She bypassed the simple black dresses, finding more comfort in the
softer