She rolled her eyes and stepped closer to him. “I was going to ask you to dance with me.”
Patrick didn’t even fight his large grin as he stood and led Kelsey to the dance floor. A new song began and he took her hand and pulled her closer. Her body was warm and soft against his and he took a deep breath to control the effect she had on him, inhaling her sweet scent that totally undid his noble effort.
“I didn’t think you wanted to dance with me,” he whispered across her ear.
She leaned back to look into his eyes. “I never actually said that.” Her face reddened and he regretted his statement. “You could’ve said ‘no.’”
“Why would I do that?”
“You’ve said ‘no’ to everyone else tonight,” she pointed out.
He chuckled quietly. “True,” he agreed. “I guess I was just waiting for the right offer.” He put his cheek closer to hers and they swayed to the music. “So, why do all of these bars only play country music?”
She giggled. “Well, you are in Tennessee, the Country Music Capital,” she answered tartly, with a twang, and Patrick tried not to laugh.
“Yes, but there are other types of music in Tennessee,” he argued.
“True.” She nodded. “Maybe they try to appeal to the masses.”
Patrick rolled his eyes and briefly listened to the song.
“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.” She sounded slightly exasperated.
He shrugged. “This song is.” She shook her head. “So, what do you hear then?”
Her lips tightened as she listened. She looked like she was analyzing the lyrics, but he felt sure she already knew them. “It’s about a woman who’s been hurt in love, praying for angels to give her strength.” She swallowed and Patrick had the feeling she wasn’t thinking about the song. “To say no to a man who could hurt her again.”
“Why would she need to do that?”
“Because she knows she’s weak.” She narrowed her eyes on him. “Do you even listen to lyrics?”
He laughed and shook his head. “No, not usually,” he admitted as he lifted his chin and listened. In the refrain, the singer was lamenting her heartbreak and Patrick paid closer attention. “Ah,” he sighed as the chorus started. “I hear it now.” He pulled Kelsey nearer and they danced a few beats as he continued to listen. “I’m sure you’d know nothing of that kind of hurt, would you?” he questioned hopefully. Her silence was his answer. He looked at her, at the far-off look in her eyes. “Or maybe so,” he whispered.
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