A patch of redness spreads over the tops of his ears and across his cheeks.
“I do not wish to be married. Listen, if it bothers you–”
“Why would it bother me? We’re just talking.”
“Right.”
“And I’m not going to sleep with a married man.”
He grins and looks over at me with a grin that would melt me in any other situation.
“I like that.”
His response both frustrates and surprises me because he doesn’t sound like a man who just faced a hard rejection.
“Like what?”
“A woman with morals.”
“I’m sure your wife has morals.”
“She would be my ex-wife if I knew where she was.”
Now I really wish I hadn’t had that much to drink. He has amissingex-wife, he’s hundreds of miles away from where he came from, and the guy looks like he breaks necks for fun.
“Is she alive?”
He laughs. “Yes. She’s alive. That would be too easy, wouldn’t it?”
I don’t find this joke very funny. He can tell.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. But I promise, ma’am… Tylee is very much alive. She’s somewhere out there with my kids and I’m… here.”
“That sounds very interesting to me.”
“Only because you think I’m some kind of monster.”
“I never said that.”
“Fuck it,” he says. “I can’t keep talking to you without screwing up. You know this song?”
Is he seriously asking me if I know Wagon Wheel by Darius Rucker? Everybody knows that song and if they don’t know Darius Rucker’s version they know the Old Crow Medicine Show version. I nod with confusion which Isaac acknowledges with a smile.
“Perfect. I’m a terrible dancer.”
No more time to argue with him or explain that while I might be a decent dancer, this isn’t exactly the type of song I’m used to shaking ass to. What We Doin by the City Girls, maybe, but not this.
Isaac takes my hand and we get up together, walking to the dance floor as our bodies slowly come together. It’s been a long time since I’ve been close to a stranger. It doesn’t feel as weird as I expected. Isaac’s body feels rightfor mine, even if this isn’t part of my usual musical repertoire.
The music gets louder as the chorus starts and Isaac twirls me around before placing his hand on my waist and we start moving in a basic dance step to the song. He’s so handsome. Huge arms, silver hair streaking through the brown hair on his head. Once his arms reach for mine, my heart races out of control.
There’s just something about a man with a powerful set of hands and a massive chest that gets me going. I take another ginger step closer to Isaac. He has the sexiest dad bod I have ever seen. His hand reaches lower, finding a good spot on my lower back as we move together. There aren’t that many couples dancing, but it doesn’t matter. Dancing with Isaac blots out of my view of everything else.
Heyyyyyy, mama rock me
Isaac spins me around and dips me, which causes me to let out a little shriek of surprise. Especially because of how easy it is for him to hold my weight up like it’s nothing. And trust me, my weight isn’t nothing.
Yeah, rock me mama like the wind and the rain