“Kate Ann, I know you better than you think. You think I can’t tell when my daughter has been gallivanting across the dance floor with a gentleman caller?”
Kate laughed out loud, and Holly momentarily stopped playing to look at her. Her mother’s word choice was so odd sometimes. She knew it was on purpose, though, just to get a reaction out of her. “Mom, it wasn’t a big deal. Cooper’s dad asked me to dance. He was just being polite. Holly was dancing with Cooper, so I danced a song or two with Paul.”
Her mother’s puckered lips and the glint in her eye let her know that her attempt at downplaying the interaction had not worked. “Is this the same little boy that Holly has been telling me about? The one whose mother passed away? The one whose dad is always out of town driving trucks and har
