By the time Sam finished Maire"s drink, he felt so relaxed his body seemed weightless. He slid his hand out from under hers and placed it on top. Maire grinned as she turned to listen to the band. “I hope you don"t always have to be on top,” she said out of the corner of her mouth.
Sam chuckled. “You"re teasing me, woman, and you shouldn"t tease a starving man.”
She gave him a seductive look then suddenly jumped up. “Come on, Sam, let"s dance.”
As Sam let Maire lead him to the dance floor, he was aware his legs felt like sponges. “Christ, babe, I can"t dance when I"m not drinking, so how in the hell do you expect me to dance now?”
not“Shhh, I"ve seen you move.”
Sam stood in the middle of the crowd and breathed in the scent of sweat and cologne. Although the overhead fans were struggli
