He stopped himself, remembering what she’d told him. Of course she hadn’t been out dancing—she hadn’t been on a date since she got pregnant with Coop. She hadn’t done anything.

Not even make love with a man.

That unhelpful comment, compliments of some twisted part of his brain, caused him to look at her breasts, which basically emptied his mind of rational thought.

She looked around, as if trying to figure out where it all happened. “Can we... Would you...”

She wanted to stay and dance. He couldn’t remember for sure, but he thought maybe it was on her list of things to do to be wild. Although dancing in a restaurant wasn’t anyone’s definition of wild, unless you’d never done it.

He supposed the good news was if she was that close to him, he wouldn’t have to worry about being distracted by looking at her breasts.

“We’ll take our time over dinner,” he told her. “And then we’ll dance.”

“You know how, because I’m not an expert.”

“We’ll wait for the slow songs.”

She smiled happily and reached for her cocktail. “You’re the best date ever.”

“I hear that all the time.”

Ellen spent dinner in a state of anticipation. The last dance she’d been to had been her junior prom. Jeremy had taken her and later that evening, in a brief, unsatisfying encounter, he’d gotten her pregnant. She’d spent the night of her senior prom caring for a colicky newborn.

But now she was going dancing with Keith. She knew that even if she didn’t know what she was doing, he would take care of her. He was good that way.

When he’d paid the bill, they made their way to the bar and sat at a small table in the back. The band was already set up and, exactly at eight, started to play.

The music was quiet, old-fashioned and slow. Perfect for dancing. Two couples got up and moved to the open floor. The women stepped into the men’s arms and they began to move. She watched intently, telling herself it didn’t look difficult.

“What are you thinking?” Keith asked.

“That I would do better if I wasn’t wearing high heels.”

He chuckled, then stood and held out his hand. “Shall we?”

Nerves clutched at her, making her want to stay where she was. But curiosity and a desire to be more than she had been had her placing her hand in his and standing.

He led her to the small area and drew her close, still holding her one hand. He put her other on his shoulder, then rested his fingers on her waist. Before she could wrap her mind around what was happening, they were moving to the soft strains of “Stormy Weather.”

After a few minutes, she was able to relax. Keith used his hand at her waist to kind of direct her where he wanted to go. They moved well together and she liked being able to look up into his eyes.