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  “Good point.” She grinned and shook her head. “We do that and that will give your mom a reason to keep in touch with him without him thinking she’s checking up on him and such.”

  “Even though she will be, each and every time.” Travis grinned and hugged her tight. “I think we should do dinner in town tonight. We’ve been cooped up here since this whole thing started. I say we kick our boots up and hit The Shanty, really kicking our boots up, as it were.”

  “I love it.” The Shanty, if she could recall correctly, was a country line dancing bar, one she hadn’t been to but had heard a great deal about since coming onto the ranch. “I want to do that with you. In fact, I think that I will be able to get you to talk me into doing a line dance or three.” Even if she didn’t know how to do it, she was sure he would teach her.

  “Well then, let’s get all gussied up and head out.” With a kiss to her cheek, he dropped his arms, caught her hand, and tugged her back into the house. “One question for you,” he said as they were heading up to their room. “Do you even know how to line dance, sweetheart?”

  “Nope, have not the foggiest idea. I just assumed that you would teach me. You will, right?” she asked with a frown. “You won’t make me ask someone else to teach me, right?” She pouted, at least she tried to pout, but her grin kept getting in the way of it.

  “Of course I’ll teach you. Better than letting another man get his mitts on you. That just wouldn’t do at all,” he said. “It’s not all that hard. You appear to be relatively coordinated, so I think you’ll be fine.”

  “Good. You know how to line dance, right?” she teased.

  “Of course I know how to line dance. I can also two-step, waltz, tango, and a few others. Mama insisted that her boys knew how to dance, cook, and clean up after themselves. We may not do them all very well, but we know the basics. She felt it best to ensure no woman had to be inflicted with an idiot who was too lazy to do for himself.”

  “Wow, now that is impressive.” Cassidy knew men who could salsa or tango, but never ones that could do more than that. “I love it. I’m sure that we will be able to figure this out, dancing together that is. After all, we make love beautifully together, so why not dancing?”

  He spun her around, dipping her over his arm, and smiled down into her face. “It’s a lot like making love. You listen to your body as it gets into tune with your partner’s and just move to the music.” Lifting her up, he plastered their bodies together, his right hand on her ass, his left holding hers, and began to move slowly in a dance around their room. “All you need to do is follow my lead. I won’t lead you astray, Cassidy. Not now, not ever, sweetheart.”

  Cassidy leaned into him and allowed him to move them around. Her body easily followed his lead. “Always, Travis. I will always follow your lead because I trust you.” She laid her head to his chest, sighed happily, and hugged him again. “Perfect. This is heavenly.”

  “It is perfect,” he said softly. He could have stopped their dance at any time, but he kept it going to whatever internal music he had playing. It was slow, it was romantic, it had their bodies rubbing against one another, and it was amazing and sensual. “You’re a natural, Cass. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, got it?”

  Cass looked up at him and grinned. “It’s my teacher,” she told him quietly. “It’s you, Travis.” She moved right along with him. She could hear the music of their hearts, and that was more than enough for her.

  Smiling at her, he leaned closer and kissed her. Not once did they stop their dance as they kissed. There was no reason to, and every reason to keep on moving. “I love you, Cassidy,” he whispered against her lips.

  “That’s a good thing because I love you too, Travis. Forever and always. To the moon and back again.”

  He laughed at that. “I love how fanciful you are. Never change, Cass.” Swinging around, he dipped her again gently before changing up the dance a little.

  “Not planning on changing.” Cassidy laughed and danced right along with him. Her hopes, her dreams, were that they would be able to dance and laugh with each other for the rest of their lives. This was a pretty damn good start, in her own personal opinion.

  The End

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