“I can't do this,” I yelled over the cheers. She just smiled, and as the music continued, she danced around me, twisting, turning, taking my hand, our eyes locked. Then she stood next to me, urging me to follow her steps. Awkward, and in shoes unfit for the task, I tried to mimic her basic steps, not well, but, I'd said many times, 'fake it 'til you make it.' She was magnetic. With a massive audience clapping and shouting, the tapping on the bar and music no one could ignore, I joined in.
In a moment, I'd run out of steam. The women continued for what must have been twenty minutes non-stop. I stood sweating, doing almost nothing. Kate had hardly begun to glisten. When the fiddlers stopped, she reached around my neck, pulled hard and kissed me. And I kissed her back, to the roars of the pe
