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“Mel’s going to make you look like a dork. But, if you’re cool with that, then I’m cool with it.”
    Roland got up and moved into an empty space at the back of the bar. Mel shook her head as she followed him. Punk music blared from the speakers above her head. Counting quickly, she abandoned any thoughts of a fox-trot.
    â€œNormally, the man leads. But, between the two of us, I think I qualify the most.” She took Roland’s hands and showed him the pattern Will had taught her earlier that evening. “One, two, rock step. Got it?”
    Roland looked baffled.
    The beat of the music was frantic, but they eventually managed to fall into a crazed, but steady rhythm. They were doing well enough that Bass and Tha soon joined them, frantically trying to imitate their movements. After several minutes, other people in the club got up to join them.
    The band, energized by the dancing crowd, played two extra songs before ending their set for a break. Mel and her friends returned to their table out of breath.
    â€œI can’t wait to tell Will you really can swing dance to punk music,” Mel said to herself.
    Just then, a man Melody had never seen before set a beer down in front of her. “You looked like you could use a drink,” he said with a flirtatious smile.
    Melody looked from the drink to the guy, then back at the drink.
    â€œWhat’s the matter, don’t you drink?” he asked.
    Mel picked up the glass and passed it back to him. “I don’t drink anything you bring me.”
    The guy stood staring blankly for a moment before finally wandering off.
    Samantha shook her head at her. “You never cease to amaze me. Everywhere we go, men fall all over themselves trying to impress you. You always shoot them down without batting an eyelash.”
    Melody shrugged. “I didn’t ask him for the drink. He volunteered for bartending duty.”
    â€œOne of these days you’re going to run into a guy who’s not scared of you.”
    Mel shook her head, folding her arms across her chest. “It’ll never happen,” she said, more confidently than she felt.
    Deep down, she knew she may have already met that man.

Chapter 4
    â€œF unny , but you don’t strike me as the wall-flower type.”
    Will snapped out of his reverie to find himself the target of an unabashed feminine once-over. Standing only five foot five in her glittering three-inch pink pumps, his appraiser craned her neck to take in his full length.
    Parkview’s club floor lounge was teeming with trendy singles that Friday night, but all Will could think about was the Knicks game he was missing. His new wide-screen TV had been delivered earlier that week. At that moment, he should have been watching the Knicks clobber the Bulls in high definition.
    Abby, the planning-committee chair—hoppedup on a latte—had cornered him at the gym again this morning. She wouldn’t let him get back to the stair-climber until he’d agreed to attend the mixer.
    â€œWallflower.” The word tasted flat in his mouth. “Is that what I am?” he asked the beautiful young woman.
    â€œYou’ve been nursing that same drink since you got here, and you’re holding up this wall as though the roof were caving in. So, yes, you’re behaving like a wallflower.” She sipped from the flared lip of her Cosmopolitan glass. “Is that really how you planned to spend this evening?” she asked with a sidelong glance.
    He’d planned to spend the evening with the Knicks, but it was too late for that now. In that instant, Will made up his mind to make the best of the situation. His brother had been right—he needed to start living the lifestyle he’d worked so hard to afford.
    He followed his new friend to the bar where he discovered her name was Valencia. As he bought her Cosmopolitans, she regaled him with her escapades as an interior designer for several