hand and lit each of the candles until the room was filled with the soft romantic glow of candlelight.
When she was finished, she set the lighter down and started the music on her iPod, smiling as the strains of one of her favorite love songs filled the room. She walked to Scott and smiled. "Dance with me?"
His eyes widened and he stared at her with shock. "Dance? I've never...I don't know how to dance."
"I'm not looking for fancy footsteps. Just slow dance with me." She took one step closer and put her left hand on his shoulder while she took his with her right. "It's just swaying to the music."
Scott had never felt quite so big or so clumsy. He was afraid he'd break her toes by stepping on them. Why was she barefoot? Didn't she know she needed steel toed boots for this? "I can't be held responsible for broken toes," he blurted.
She laughed softly, her head on his shoulder. "You're not going to break my toes. Just dance with me."
He held her close, but his mind was formulating a plan. If he never lifted his feet, he couldn't step on her, so he'd just sway back and forth. She'd never notice. Would she?
Savannah chose to ignore the fact that Scott never really moved. She just enjoyed being held by him as they swayed to the music. After the third song, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, showing her appreciation for his cooperation during the date night she'd planned.
As soon as she kissed him, Scott knew what to do. He opened his mouth and kissed her back, his hands going down to cup her bottom, stroking her through her shorts. He picked her up, helping her wrap her legs around his waist, and stumbled back the three feet to the couch, his hands stroking her everywhere. This was something he could understand.
Savannah moaned softly into his mouth. She'd known if she could get him to dance with her at all it would end this way. The man didn't have a romantic bone in his body, no matter how much she wished things were different. It just wasn't in him.
Chapter Seven
Scott sat atop his horse watching his men as they rebuilt the fence the bison had knocked down, carefully stringing some electric wire. The bison were proving stubborn about staying on his land, so they needed electric fences to keep them in.
Jesse rode up beside him. "Things seem to be going better with that new wife of yours."
Scott shrugged. "Sometimes I think so, and sometimes I don't. I agreed to woo her...you know, act like we're courting but still keep bed privileges, 'cuz I'm not giving up bed privileges." He cleared his throat realizing he really shouldn't have said that. "Anyway, I can't seem to do anything right in her eyes. I took her flowers, and she never even said 'thank you!'"
"Really?" Jesse asked skeptically. He'd known Scott his whole life. "What kind of flowers?"
"Well, they were dandelions, but I arranged them really nicely!"
"You took her dandelions? What did you arrange them in? A beer bottle?"
"No! It was a root beer bottle. No alcohol involved." He wasn't that stupid when it came to women.
"Scott? You need to learn how to court a woman. You need to order her some flowers and have them delivered while you're out on the range."
"How do I know what kind to get?" Scott had never o rdered flowers for a woman. How was he supposed to know how to do it?
"Call them and tell them you need an apology bouquet. They'll put something together for you."
Scott sighed. "What else can I do?"
"Why don't you buy her a nice gift? Something you think she'll really use. Frivolous is nice, and the flowers cover that, but sometimes women like to receive stuff they can use too."
Scott's eyes lit up. "I know exactly what to get her! Thanks for the advice, Jesse!"
Jesse opened his mouth to ask what the gift was but obviously thought better of it. "Just treat her kindly. Take her dancing."
"We danced in the living room last night. She
When she was finished, she set the lighter down and started the music on her iPod, smiling as the strains of one of her favorite love songs filled the room. She walked to Scott and smiled. "Dance with me?"
His eyes widened and he stared at her with shock. "Dance? I've never...I don't know how to dance."
"I'm not looking for fancy footsteps. Just slow dance with me." She took one step closer and put her left hand on his shoulder while she took his with her right. "It's just swaying to the music."
Scott had never felt quite so big or so clumsy. He was afraid he'd break her toes by stepping on them. Why was she barefoot? Didn't she know she needed steel toed boots for this? "I can't be held responsible for broken toes," he blurted.
She laughed softly, her head on his shoulder. "You're not going to break my toes. Just dance with me."
He held her close, but his mind was formulating a plan. If he never lifted his feet, he couldn't step on her, so he'd just sway back and forth. She'd never notice. Would she?
Savannah chose to ignore the fact that Scott never really moved. She just enjoyed being held by him as they swayed to the music. After the third song, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, showing her appreciation for his cooperation during the date night she'd planned.
As soon as she kissed him, Scott knew what to do. He opened his mouth and kissed her back, his hands going down to cup her bottom, stroking her through her shorts. He picked her up, helping her wrap her legs around his waist, and stumbled back the three feet to the couch, his hands stroking her everywhere. This was something he could understand.
Savannah moaned softly into his mouth. She'd known if she could get him to dance with her at all it would end this way. The man didn't have a romantic bone in his body, no matter how much she wished things were different. It just wasn't in him.
Chapter Seven
Scott sat atop his horse watching his men as they rebuilt the fence the bison had knocked down, carefully stringing some electric wire. The bison were proving stubborn about staying on his land, so they needed electric fences to keep them in.
Jesse rode up beside him. "Things seem to be going better with that new wife of yours."
Scott shrugged. "Sometimes I think so, and sometimes I don't. I agreed to woo her...you know, act like we're courting but still keep bed privileges, 'cuz I'm not giving up bed privileges." He cleared his throat realizing he really shouldn't have said that. "Anyway, I can't seem to do anything right in her eyes. I took her flowers, and she never even said 'thank you!'"
"Really?" Jesse asked skeptically. He'd known Scott his whole life. "What kind of flowers?"
"Well, they were dandelions, but I arranged them really nicely!"
"You took her dandelions? What did you arrange them in? A beer bottle?"
"No! It was a root beer bottle. No alcohol involved." He wasn't that stupid when it came to women.
"Scott? You need to learn how to court a woman. You need to order her some flowers and have them delivered while you're out on the range."
"How do I know what kind to get?" Scott had never o rdered flowers for a woman. How was he supposed to know how to do it?
"Call them and tell them you need an apology bouquet. They'll put something together for you."
Scott sighed. "What else can I do?"
"Why don't you buy her a nice gift? Something you think she'll really use. Frivolous is nice, and the flowers cover that, but sometimes women like to receive stuff they can use too."
Scott's eyes lit up. "I know exactly what to get her! Thanks for the advice, Jesse!"
Jesse opened his mouth to ask what the gift was but obviously thought better of it. "Just treat her kindly. Take her dancing."
"We danced in the living room last night. She
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