Chapter 7Byron
Maybe because the events of the past twelve hours had been so unexpected, I couldn’t convince myself to expect Cole at Shall We Dance. Thus I was surprised when he walked in, just in time to claim a piece of the floor for the first class. He smiled at me when our eyes met, sketching a wave, then turning to greet those on each side of him.
This was late spring, and the resolution joiners had mostly fallen off the wagon. Those who continued to come were the stalwarts. The studio didn’t charge a fixed admission fee for these Sunday classes; it was a Pay What You Can arrangement. Most of us could afford to make sure there was always enough in the acrylic donation box to cover the cost of the instructors. I’d mentioned that to Cole before he left my house. He wasn’t the kind of
