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Uncomfortable with the creeping irritant and the veiled anxiety, she allowed the fear to surface so she could deal with it.  The hair stood up on the back of her neck like that of a ridgeback hound.  And if there was no hair down her spine, then the muscles constricted with stinging sensations.  She was feeling something for this man that scared the hell out of her.  That it started so suddenly at the restaurant was, she thought,  just her being celibate for so long .  But the longer she was around him, the more she was attracted to him – in an almost unearthly way.  This wasn’t the first attraction she’d had to an interesting man over the past few years, but she never let it get beyond a small titillation. This was, however, a new feeling.  This allurement was something more than a mere attraction.  This is what she was afraid of.  Was he someone she was supposed to know? And if so, what was this meeting going to do to her well-constructed life?
     
    Again and again, Blaze dragged Lynette back onto the dance floor.  He was a good dancer, exceptionally light on his feet. Smooth on the slow songs, quick and energetic on the fast ones.  Somewhere he’d learned to break partially loose from a full hold turning first one way then another, much like a cha-cha or samba move.  He bent his knees, reared back on his cowboy-booted heels and spun Lynette like a toy.  In her history, Lynette was used to lots of hip movements; this kind of dancing involved lots of leg, foot and shoulder action.  It was damned good, light-hearted fun.
     
    For three more hours, when Blaze wasn’t whirling Lynette around on the dance floor, the foursome talked - getting to know more about one another, sharing foibles, stories about their work, laughing about their children, and just generally having a really good time.  They told jokes, keeping them clean of course, which was occasionally hard for Lynette to do.  She was cheerfully ridiculed for her Tall Texas Tales which she assured were true.  Like the Texas Jack Rabbit that whipped the German Shepherd sentry dog!  Or the herd of Jackalopes (jack rabbits crossed with deer, so they had antlers), down in Lee County.
     
    Though the guys nursed a couple of beers, neither was heading toward inebriation.  No one was rude or crude and, in fact, the guys were overwhelmingly gentlemen, each with a good sense of humor.  Blaze was the quieter of the two men.  He listened intently to what everyone said.  In fact, Lynette noticed just how well he listened.  She liked that about him.  She liked the way he looked at her, as if he knew something secret about her.  She liked the way he danced, not insisting that she go too fast when the beat picked up.  She liked the way he held her whether the music was fast or slow; he knew how to adjust his control.  She liked his polished manner of speech – almost Midwestern in tone and accent.  She was really taken by his wonderful smile.  It was a warm, welcoming smile, with bright white, even teeth.  It made her feel appreciated, and very desirable, when she returned from the ladies room and he smiled at her the entire time she walked toward their table.  She liked the way his hand brushed her shoulder when he held the chair for her.  She liked a lot of things about him - already.
     
    “Ok, you started this,” Lynette blurted out, turning a quarter way in her chair toward Blaze.  She stood abruptly, squeezed his shoulder, and snapped her head sideways, motioning toward the dance floor.  Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight… a fast, bouncy Dierks Bentley song boomed from the heavy old speakers, … dancin’ till the morning light.   She half skipped onto the dance floor with Blaze right behind.
    “What has gotten into you?” he asked grinning like a Cheshire cat.
    “By God, I’m having the most fun I’ve had in a month of Sundays,” she replied waving her hands in no particular pattern.  Blaze snagged her around