CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
“Let’s just agree I’m a horrible dancer,” Meredith said, panting lightly as they walked away from the two country side musicians. She had spent the last one hour or so trying to get her foot to move correctly to the beats but had ended up stepping on Reid’s toes more times that she would to remember.
“There’s room for improvement. I could teach you if you are interested,” Reid offered as they retired to the trunk of the truck.
“No, I think I’m good. Dancing is just not my forte. Thank you for the offer though,” she shrugged.
“How about we take a walk? The barbecue isn’t ready yet and I’m not really the type of guy to just sit around in one place for long,” Reid admitted.
“So where do you suggest we go?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I’m the guest, you te
