Match Made in Valley View (Valley View Book #2)

Chapter 3

Wes’s hand engulfs mine. They are rough, but not in the way that he doesn’t care about his hands, but rather just a man that works hard and it shows in his hands. We make it to the dance floor just as, “Whiskey Glasses,” begins to play and Wes pulls me into him and puts his other hand on my waist and we start to dance.

“You can dance, huh?” I expected maybe a little swaying, but he was even doing steps back, forward, and to the side.

“Oh, Mama would never let me leave the house without knowing how to show a lady a good time on the dance floor.” He smiles at the end of his statement.

“Mama sounds like she’s pretty great.”

“She is.” He winks at me and then does a little twirl with me and pulls me back in and we pick up where we left off. “Tell me about you, Holly.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything you’re willing to tell me.”

“Okay, I’ve been in Harlington for about a year and a half now. I moved here from Bismarck.”

He tilts his head to the side, “A year and a half?”

“Yeah, about.” He scrunches his face up. “What’s wrong?”

“Just trying to figure out how you’ve been around these parts for that long and I haven’t seen you before.” He ends it with a flirty smirk that makes me smile as well

“I’m not too sure why we haven’t seen each other before this week either. What about you, Wes, what’s your story?”

He shrugs his shoulder while we’re dancing, “My story? Born and raised in Valley View. I’m a rancher.”

I squeeze his shoulders and move one hand down to his biceps, “Is that where these big strong muscles come from?” He flexes his biceps as I feel them.

“Pretty much.”

“You know what they say, right?”

“What’s that, darling?”

“There’s no body like a country boy’s body.” I barely get the statement out without a bit of a giggle.

Wes shakes his head as well, “I don’t think anybody says that.”

“That is a shame, they should.” The song we’re dancing to ends and the next song, “The Git Up,” starts and more people join the dance floor for the upbeat dance song.

“You know how to two-step, darling?” I shake my head towards him. He moves so he’s standing next to me rather than in front of me. “I guess I’m going to have to show you, aren’t I?”

“Won’t get any arguments from me.” 

We follow the words in the song to dance and even though we mess up a few times, we’re having a lot of fun. I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard while dancing. I made sure I was putting a few extra hip rolls and booty shakes in and based on the look I caught on Wes’s face a few times it was worth it. The song ends and I grab Wes’s hand and lead him off the dance floor.

“What’s wrong?” He says as he catches up to me.

“Nothing is wrong. Just tired. I think I’m going to go grab a beer.” We make it to the bar and he grabs me by my hips and hoists me up onto the barstool. “You sit. I’ll go grab us a round. Don’t go anywhere.” He presses his finger against my nose.

“Promise.” 

Wes returns a couple of minutes later with two bottles of beer and some pretzels. He sits next to me and I angle my legs so that I’m gently touching his legs with mine. We spend the next little while talking about our favorite music, tv shows, things about ourselves growing up. At some point during our conversation, his hand ended up resting on my upper thigh.