“Did you see that?” I whispered to Liz.
“Yes. He cut in. Any man can go cut in on any couple he wants to. If neither of them objects, he takes the lady away. At least for that dance.”
“Is that fair?”
“No, but you know how men are.”
I looked at Fuse. If I ever get on the floor, I wonder if he will come and cut in.
Two male chaperones, perhaps realizing we were without dates for the evening, came to the table. Liz and I looked up at them. They were both handsome in their Brooks Brothers suits and bow ties. One was dressed in brown, and the other one in navy blue.
“Would you young ladies mind dancing with two old guys?” He had a husky voice and friendly smile.
Liz and I looked at each other. I raised an eyebrow. I think they were in their late twenties, much too old for us; however, th
