Wednesday Words: Going Dancing

I do love making memes! Mostly. It’s a great way to procrastinate and to share favorite lines. In this case, not only is it a line, but the scene. Pops is about to make his move on Elena and has invited us along for the ride. 😉
He flipped on his blinker and let go of her hand to turn into the parking lot at Randy’s. A few cars were parked near the entrance. The place was always packed on the weekends, but this was a weeknight. People in these parts worked for a living and that usually meant rising early so late nights were rare. He parked, swung out of the truck and hustled around to open Elena’s door. She’d learned to wait on him after their first foray to the grocery store in Bandera. Pops grinned. That had been quite the disagreement. His pretty Elena was a feminist.

“Why are you grinning?” she asked.

He wisely shook his head and held out his hand to help her step down. She’d changed into a dress with a flirty skirt and heels. She had some great legs and he let his admiration show. She snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Men,” she muttered.

Holding her hand, he led her inside. Randy, the owner, occupied the space behind the bar and Pops gave him a head nod in greeting. Several of the regulars turned to check out the new arrivals. He escorted Elena to a table and held her chair. “You trust me?”

Elena gave him a side-eyed look. “About what?” That got her another grin. She liked it when she got that grin. “Fine. I trust you.”


He swaggered off to the bar and Randy met him. “Two chili cheeseburgers, fries, and Coronas.”

Randy eyed Elena before returning his attention to Pops. “You know what you’re doing?”

Laughing, he shook his head. “Not a clue, man. Not a clue.”

While Randy ducked into the back kitchen to place the order with his cook, Pops went to the jukebox and studied the song selections. He found a Marc Anthony song and hoped it would have the right beat. Then he plugged in Dierks Bentley and finally, a Jason Aldean. By the time those three songs were over, their burgers would be ready. As the notes of the first song drifted from the speakers, he moved to the middle of the cleared space that doubled as a dance floor. Then he looked at Elena and extended his right hand. When she simply stared, he curled his fingers in invitation.

With a nervous smile, she pushed back the chair, stood, and walked toward him, her steps hesitant. When she reached him, she placed her hand in his and he drew her close—right as the salsa beat hit. And just as Rosie had said, dancing was just like riding a horse. Once you learned, you never forgot how. The moment Elena figured out he could dance, she was all in—hips melded to his, body swaying, feet moving. When he swung her out, that flirty skirt lifted in the breeze and the glimpses he got of her thighs were enough to make him consider getting their food to go.
This is one old dog that doesn’t have to learn new tricks–he just needs to remember how to do them. 😆 Y’all know the drill. CLICK HERE to preorder while you’re thinking about dance moves. Writers, do any of your characters dance? Readers, what’s your favorite dance?


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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4 Responses to Wednesday Words: Going Dancing

  1. Ooo!!! You’re killing me here. But in a good way.

    Okay, so my characters aren’t dancing, but here’s a bit from Ugly and the Beast with the word dance in it that I think you might enjoy…

    “Tell me a story now,” she said, tugging at my arm.
    A story. That would be one way to explain this to a little girl, but I couldn’t think of a story. Maybe I could make one up myself. I rolled my eyes at myself. What did I know about telling a kid stories?
    “Once upon a time…” Well, there’s a good start. What’s next? “Once upon a time… There was a tiny princess.”
    “How tiny?”
    “Itty bitty. Baby bug sized.” I was never going to get through this if she kept throwing me off with questions. “The tiny princess had a special gift.” Yeah, yeah. A gift. Perfect.
    “Gift? Like a prezzie?”
    “More like something special inside her that she could do. Like singing. Or dancing.” I paused to deliver the reason behind my story.
    “I can sing and dance. Wanna see?”
    I patted her shoulder. “Not right now, Shauna. Let’s finish the story and you can show me later. Okay? Where was I?”
    “Tiny Princess had a special thing.”
    “Right. But this thing wasn’t something just anyone could do. Other people can dance and sing, but not everyone can do what the tiny princess could do.” I didn’t want to keep pausing, but I couldn’t help myself. I so wasn’t good at this storytelling thing.
    “I can do something no one else can do,” she said.
    Hallelujah, I thought. She’s going to bring up the magic so I don’t have to.
    “Really? What can you do that no one else can do?”
    She crossed her eyes and I waited to see what kind of thing she would conjure into existence. I hoped she simply transported Kazimir into the room again. Him, I could deal with.
    Her mouth opened. I prepared for chaos.

  2. * tapping foot for release date * 😉
    Got an idea on the Mark Anthony song, now you got me wondering on the other 2?
    Happy Hump Day Girlie!

    • Silver James says:

      With each sleep that passes, we get closer to release day! And as for the songs, I should make you guess but here they are:
      Marc Anthony’s “Ahora Quien”
      Dierks Bentley’s “What Was I Thinkin'”
      and a personal favorite, Jasan Aldean’s “Burning It Down.” Have a great day and you have my permission to chair dance. 😉

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