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though he were
telling me no. “A hundred dollars? No thanks.”
    “What did you say?” I shouted over the din,
even though I was a hundred percent sure I’d heard him
correctly.
    The man sat down at a table with several
other young men, and they all laughed hysterically at their
friend’s rude comment.
    As much as I wanted to walk
over to the man — boy — and slap him up the backside of his head, I
remembered all those barroom brawls my father had to break up, and
how he’d always complained that if people just wouldn’t pay any
mind to belligerent morons, there’d be a lot less
fights.
    I decided against the
water. I wouldn’t stop coming back to the club to dance. I
definitely loved to dance. But I really wasn’t into the bar scene.
I’d wait until I could come back with a date or continue to
restrict my dancing to weddings and New Year’s Eve parties.

Chapter 8 – A New Plan
    I pulled off Angela’s shoes and tossed them
next to the door so I’d remember to take them back to her. I
certainly wouldn’t be needing them anytime soon. Next, I dropped my
keys and purse on the credenza.
    At least I had my car.
I hadn’t had to use Uber. Which also meant that I hadn’t even
gotten the gift of a drink on Valentine’s Day.
    I pulled a wine glass off the rack and
filled it higher than usual with Merlot.
    J’Austen finally showed up to greet me. She
must have been sleeping with Eric.
    I kneeled down to give her a scratch. “Hey,
baby.”
    She blinked in response, as if asking, Where have you been?
    “You in the mood to hear about tonight’s
adventure?”
    J’Austen strolled toward the lanai, so I
took that as a yes.
    After I sat down on the
swing, she jumped up beside me. I reached for my computer, deciding
I’d start working on tomorrow’s post since I
knew she really didn’t care to hear me complain. I’d already
written up the review; I just needed to copy and paste, and add
links to purchase the book at Amazon.
    I opened a new Word doc, just to collect all
the info, but then hesitated on the keys as I looked down at
J’Austen.
    “The thing is …” I said aloud, not really
concerned if she wanted to hear about my night or not. I suddenly
understood why Tom Hanks had started talking to Wilson .
Living without a partner after fifteen years could drive you crazy.
Then again, Dick hadn’t been that great of a listener. Even if
J’Austen wasn’t the best listener, at least she allowed me to talk out my thoughts.
    “The guy at the bar didn’t have to be an
asshole,” I said. “I would have danced with him after I had a few
sips of water. Heck, I would have danced with anyone who’d asked.
I’d always been like that. Well, maybe not Media Man . No
sense in leading on a potential stalker.”
    Sighing loudly, I stopped trying to explain
what I was thinking and started typing.
    He should have … I smiled as a
thought occurred to me. I didn’t need anyone to listen. I could
write down my thoughts, like I did when I was a child. Journaling
had been almost as great as an escape as reading had been.
    As soon as she sat down at the one empty
seat at the bar, Jana felt a tap on her shoulder. She swiveled
around on the barstool, hoping the tap had come from the tall
bronzed cowboy she’d caught eyeing her on the dance floor.
    “ Evenin’, Ma’am. I was wondering if you’d
save the next dance for me?”
    Jana smiled at the sweet country drawl and
the way the man had dipped his head to ask her. “Oh, thank you. I
just danced to three songs in a row, though, and I’m really
thirsty.”
    “ Understood,” the handsome cowboy said.
“You were something else out there. Wish I’d had the nerve to come
dance with you. Be okay if I buy you a drink instead?”
    Jana smiled. “Thanks. Just water would be
great, though.”
    He winked. “Water, it is. Bartender, would
ya fetch this lovely lady a bottle of your best water?”
    Jana couldn’t help but laugh. “Thanks
again.”
    “ My pleasure, Ma’am.