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When Love Is Unexpected

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by Mari Hernan

"We're all going line dancing on Tuesday night," says Emma. "You and Sam should come with us."

"I'm not much of a country music fan," I say. "And I've never been line dancing."

"Well," Andrew says, "Sam must really like you because he always said he'd never date anyone who didn't appreciate country music."

"Is that right?" I say. "Then, I'd love to go!"

When Sam joins us, he sits next to me and holds my hand. "Is everything ok?" I ask.

"Everything's fine," he says. "That was your dad. He called to fill me in on the talk they had with Eric."

"So, he calls you? I ask, "Must I remind him who's his kid here?"

"So, everything's ok with Eric?" Sam asks.

"Yeah," I say. "He apologized."

"Good," he says, "You'll have to tell me about it later."

"Hey, buddy," Luke says, "ready to play some golf tomorrow?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," says Sam.

"That's right," I say, "and Tuesday, we're going line dancing."

"You hate country music," Sam says.

"But I like you." I say, "I told you I'd go anywhere with you."

"Does that include a country bar?" he asks.

I smile and nod, "So, you want to teach me line dancing?"

"Right now?" he asks.

"Right now!" I say.

***

"That was fun!" I say when we walk into our room, tired but elated.

"I'm going to shower," Sam says.

"Okay," I say, "I'm going to call Loren to see how she's doing."

"I think you're going to call her to ask about Aaron's Best Bro-In-Law T-shirt," he says, closing the bathroom door behind him.

I don't have to ask Loren about it because I gave Aaron that shirt as a wedding gift.

When Sam comes out of the bathroom, he's drying his hair with a towel. He's wearing pajama pants, but he's not wearing a shirt. I can see the small tattoo from here. Maybe his sisters know about it. I make a mental note to ask them tomorrow.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asks.

"I'm going shopping for a couple of dresses, jeans, a cowboy shirt, a hat, and boots."

"Are you kidding?" he asks.

"I don't kid about fashion," I say, walking by him to go into the bathroom.