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Authors: Tricia Goyer
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“They knew what you meant.”
Rosalie slinked through the crowd of ladies, also trying to find a place to hide from Kenny.
“Rosie, come and sit with us!” Clara called to her from the booth she shared with two other women.
Rosalie eyed the booth, then the door, then the booth where Clara was saving her a seat. She couldn’t leave now, after what she’d accidentally said. They’d think badly of her for sure. She hurried over and slid into the booth next to Clara.
Nick took the mic again. “We know all you ladies are tops when it comes to building airplanes, but I have an extra-special request. Our lead singer’s out of voice.”
Nora waved apologetically from her table.
“Any of you riveters own a smooth set of pipes?” Nick glanced around the room. “C’mon, this could be your big break.”
“Lanie’ll do it!” Iris pushed the girl away from Kenny and toward the stage. “She’s got a great voice.”
Lanie blushed and dithered, but the spark in her eye told Rosalie she relished the chance to take the limelight. It didn’t take much persuasion to get her behind the mic.
Nick gaped at her for a moment of awkward silence before stepping away to make room for her. As he reached for his bass, he fumbled over the microphone’s cord, almost tripping. So unlike the usually suave Nick.
Finally, he seemed to pull himself together, whispering something to Lanie just before the band started up with the newest hit: “The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.”
Rosalie remained at her table, content to watch the others dance until enough time had passed that she could leave without hurting anyone’s feelings. But as she rose to head toward the door, she felt the electrifying presence of someone behind her.
Kenny’s voice sounded in her ear. “She’s got some pipes, don’t you think, Rosalie?”
Rosalie whipped around in surprise, almost upsetting the soda he was holding.
With one quick motion, he swooped it out of the way to avoid spilling it. Then Kenny chuckled. “We’re not having much luck with Cokes today, are we?”
Chapter Eight
Kenny led Rosalie over to a small, round table next to the dance floor. He set down his Coke and offered Rosalie his best smile.
They’d started off on the wrong foot this morning. Did she regret their inauspicious beginning as much as he did? She did send her phone number via courier, so that was a good sign. Maybe she’d just had a hard morning.
Tonight her piercing brown eyes didn’t seem flighty, and neither did the fact that she’d broken the national record for setting rivets in a shift. Only a focused, decisive woman could do that.
He wiped his palms on his slacks, tipped up his chin, and offered his elbow. “Wanna?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think…” Her gaze slid to her friends, who bobbed their heads in wide-eyed encouragement. One of them even flashed a thumbs-up, causing Rosalie to flush pink. A very becoming pink.
“C’mon—just one dance?” He knew she wanted to. She would have already blasted him with a resounding no—just like this morning—if she didn’t.
Kenny dared to reach out and take her hands. They were small but strong. He pulled slightly, and she followed as he led her to the dance floor.
He turned to face her and couldn’t help but see excitement in her gaze. Was it excitement over him or over being able to dance? He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. At least she wasn’t mad or stomping away.
Kenny swung her hands from side to side in time to the music before easing her into a smooth three-step, silently thanking his sister for all the times she’d forced him to be her practice partner.
Rosalie’s eyelashes swept up as she dared a look into his eyes, and her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but didn’t quite know what. He swung her around, and she seemed both surprised and pleased by the comfortable way he moved on the dance floor.
He pulled her around to face him again, pulling her closer to
Rosalie slinked through the crowd of ladies, also trying to find a place to hide from Kenny.
“Rosie, come and sit with us!” Clara called to her from the booth she shared with two other women.
Rosalie eyed the booth, then the door, then the booth where Clara was saving her a seat. She couldn’t leave now, after what she’d accidentally said. They’d think badly of her for sure. She hurried over and slid into the booth next to Clara.
Nick took the mic again. “We know all you ladies are tops when it comes to building airplanes, but I have an extra-special request. Our lead singer’s out of voice.”
Nora waved apologetically from her table.
“Any of you riveters own a smooth set of pipes?” Nick glanced around the room. “C’mon, this could be your big break.”
“Lanie’ll do it!” Iris pushed the girl away from Kenny and toward the stage. “She’s got a great voice.”
Lanie blushed and dithered, but the spark in her eye told Rosalie she relished the chance to take the limelight. It didn’t take much persuasion to get her behind the mic.
Nick gaped at her for a moment of awkward silence before stepping away to make room for her. As he reached for his bass, he fumbled over the microphone’s cord, almost tripping. So unlike the usually suave Nick.
Finally, he seemed to pull himself together, whispering something to Lanie just before the band started up with the newest hit: “The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.”
Rosalie remained at her table, content to watch the others dance until enough time had passed that she could leave without hurting anyone’s feelings. But as she rose to head toward the door, she felt the electrifying presence of someone behind her.
Kenny’s voice sounded in her ear. “She’s got some pipes, don’t you think, Rosalie?”
Rosalie whipped around in surprise, almost upsetting the soda he was holding.
With one quick motion, he swooped it out of the way to avoid spilling it. Then Kenny chuckled. “We’re not having much luck with Cokes today, are we?”
Chapter Eight
Kenny led Rosalie over to a small, round table next to the dance floor. He set down his Coke and offered Rosalie his best smile.
They’d started off on the wrong foot this morning. Did she regret their inauspicious beginning as much as he did? She did send her phone number via courier, so that was a good sign. Maybe she’d just had a hard morning.
Tonight her piercing brown eyes didn’t seem flighty, and neither did the fact that she’d broken the national record for setting rivets in a shift. Only a focused, decisive woman could do that.
He wiped his palms on his slacks, tipped up his chin, and offered his elbow. “Wanna?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think…” Her gaze slid to her friends, who bobbed their heads in wide-eyed encouragement. One of them even flashed a thumbs-up, causing Rosalie to flush pink. A very becoming pink.
“C’mon—just one dance?” He knew she wanted to. She would have already blasted him with a resounding no—just like this morning—if she didn’t.
Kenny dared to reach out and take her hands. They were small but strong. He pulled slightly, and she followed as he led her to the dance floor.
He turned to face her and couldn’t help but see excitement in her gaze. Was it excitement over him or over being able to dance? He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. At least she wasn’t mad or stomping away.
Kenny swung her hands from side to side in time to the music before easing her into a smooth three-step, silently thanking his sister for all the times she’d forced him to be her practice partner.
Rosalie’s eyelashes swept up as she dared a look into his eyes, and her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but didn’t quite know what. He swung her around, and she seemed both surprised and pleased by the comfortable way he moved on the dance floor.
He pulled her around to face him again, pulling her closer to
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