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Lee pulled her close, holding her as if she were made of flower petals.

Jenna didn’t want this dance to end. She wanted to keep her eyes closed and keep moving in Lee’s arms.

But of course it had to end. She was acting like a silly addlepated girl, and she would never be that young again. She was wiser now. She knew better than to let herself become involved with a man. It never turned out the way you thought it would.

The musicians began to pack up their instruments and the crowd thinned and then began to disperse.

Lee kept her hand in his and they started back to the wagons. They had not spoken to each other all evening—had not needed to. But there were things that had to be said out loud, and it was going to be tonight.