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Remember, I’m
the patient that hates gossip.” I backed up a foot or so but he
followed.
“You told people I was dating Tanya
Beckford.”
Oh that. Well, I didn’t actually tell people
they were dating. I just mentioned to a couple of my friends at the
game that they looked cute together at the parade.
“I didn’t say you two were dating. Aren’t you
dating?” I didn’t care. Why did I ask that?
Jeremy removed his jacket and tossed it on a
nearby chair. He moved further into my personal space and put his
hands on my upper arms.
“Tracy, I kissed you about two weeks ago. Do
you think I’ve replaced you that quickly? Is that what you think of
me?”
I glanced around to room to notice we were
the center of attention.
“Well, I don’t really think about you at all,
Jeremy.” It was a damn good lie but delivered in a 100%
unconvincing fashion.
“Bullshit!”
“Jeremy!” A few of the bar patrons laughed.
“You need to back off and stop touching me. People are watching
us.” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but was unsuccessful.
“You seem to care so much about what people
think and say about you. Well you know what? I don’t care at all. I
like you, Tracy. I don’t care if people see us together, listen to
our conversation or watch us slow dance and gaze into each others
eyes.”
I looked at him shocked and horrified at his
last suggestion. “There is no way in hell…”
“Oh no, why not? Are you afraid people will
see you let your guard down, show them you’re happy?” He let go of
my shoulders and started digging in his pants pockets.
“What are you doing?”
The doctor found a couple quarters and
stepped back to the jukebox. “I’m going to play a slow song so we
can dance.”
“What!” I prepared to protest but realized he
had a problem. Before he could drop the quarters I put my hand over
the coin slot. “Don’t even bother, Jeremy. Chuck has feed this
thing with about $22 already tonight. He tends to like Hank
Williams Jr. or anything with a country-rock beat to it.” Jeremy
glanced at my friends. “So, you’ll have to come back tomorrow if
you want to hear your song. Besides,” I announced sarcastically,
“no one dances in this bar!”
My triumphant grin faded quickly. The fates
were not with me that night because just as I finished my last
sentence the song on the jukebox switched and a light tinkling
melody of a Garth Brooks ballad started. I turned to Chuck and sent
him such a dirty look he hid behind Randy.
“What’d I do?” he slurred.
“Perfect,” Jeremy said as he grabbed my hand
and started sliding tables and chairs back to make a small dance
floor.
I tried to resist but realized I was drawing
more attention to us. If that was even possible. “We are not going
to dance in here! Didn’t you hear what I said? People don’t dance
in this place!”
Jeremy placed my hands around his neck and
circled my waist with his arms. “I think you have it wrong,
look.”
Near the back wall Randy and his wife swayed
to the music. Chuck and a gal I’d seen around before were making
their way toward us. “Fucking hell.”
“I’m going to have to break you of that
habit.” His arms tightened around me.
“Don’t you dare pull me in against you.”
“Why not? Afraid you’ll like it too
much?”
“Shut up.” So what if my thoughts screamed
yes.
I couldn’t believe these people were dancing!
Ever since turning legal and my first visit to this bar I’d never
seen anyone dance in here. My sister Leah joined in with her
husband near the bar. She caught me looking at her and winked. I
mouthed back ‘traitor’ and stuck out my tongue.
Steve dimmed the lights and Jeremy pressed
his check against my temple. “Please, Tracy, give us a chance. Your
words say one thing but your eyes say another. I know you have
feelings for me.”
All I could do was shake my head no. The tone
in my voice would have given me away. He was right. I
the patient that hates gossip.” I backed up a foot or so but he
followed.
“You told people I was dating Tanya
Beckford.”
Oh that. Well, I didn’t actually tell people
they were dating. I just mentioned to a couple of my friends at the
game that they looked cute together at the parade.
“I didn’t say you two were dating. Aren’t you
dating?” I didn’t care. Why did I ask that?
Jeremy removed his jacket and tossed it on a
nearby chair. He moved further into my personal space and put his
hands on my upper arms.
“Tracy, I kissed you about two weeks ago. Do
you think I’ve replaced you that quickly? Is that what you think of
me?”
I glanced around to room to notice we were
the center of attention.
“Well, I don’t really think about you at all,
Jeremy.” It was a damn good lie but delivered in a 100%
unconvincing fashion.
“Bullshit!”
“Jeremy!” A few of the bar patrons laughed.
“You need to back off and stop touching me. People are watching
us.” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but was unsuccessful.
“You seem to care so much about what people
think and say about you. Well you know what? I don’t care at all. I
like you, Tracy. I don’t care if people see us together, listen to
our conversation or watch us slow dance and gaze into each others
eyes.”
I looked at him shocked and horrified at his
last suggestion. “There is no way in hell…”
“Oh no, why not? Are you afraid people will
see you let your guard down, show them you’re happy?” He let go of
my shoulders and started digging in his pants pockets.
“What are you doing?”
The doctor found a couple quarters and
stepped back to the jukebox. “I’m going to play a slow song so we
can dance.”
“What!” I prepared to protest but realized he
had a problem. Before he could drop the quarters I put my hand over
the coin slot. “Don’t even bother, Jeremy. Chuck has feed this
thing with about $22 already tonight. He tends to like Hank
Williams Jr. or anything with a country-rock beat to it.” Jeremy
glanced at my friends. “So, you’ll have to come back tomorrow if
you want to hear your song. Besides,” I announced sarcastically,
“no one dances in this bar!”
My triumphant grin faded quickly. The fates
were not with me that night because just as I finished my last
sentence the song on the jukebox switched and a light tinkling
melody of a Garth Brooks ballad started. I turned to Chuck and sent
him such a dirty look he hid behind Randy.
“What’d I do?” he slurred.
“Perfect,” Jeremy said as he grabbed my hand
and started sliding tables and chairs back to make a small dance
floor.
I tried to resist but realized I was drawing
more attention to us. If that was even possible. “We are not going
to dance in here! Didn’t you hear what I said? People don’t dance
in this place!”
Jeremy placed my hands around his neck and
circled my waist with his arms. “I think you have it wrong,
look.”
Near the back wall Randy and his wife swayed
to the music. Chuck and a gal I’d seen around before were making
their way toward us. “Fucking hell.”
“I’m going to have to break you of that
habit.” His arms tightened around me.
“Don’t you dare pull me in against you.”
“Why not? Afraid you’ll like it too
much?”
“Shut up.” So what if my thoughts screamed
yes.
I couldn’t believe these people were dancing!
Ever since turning legal and my first visit to this bar I’d never
seen anyone dance in here. My sister Leah joined in with her
husband near the bar. She caught me looking at her and winked. I
mouthed back ‘traitor’ and stuck out my tongue.
Steve dimmed the lights and Jeremy pressed
his check against my temple. “Please, Tracy, give us a chance. Your
words say one thing but your eyes say another. I know you have
feelings for me.”
All I could do was shake my head no. The tone
in my voice would have given me away. He was right. I
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