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Sometimes I had envied the fact that no man seemed to be
able to win her heart, whereas many men had managed to steal mine.
    We danced until the song ended, and
Dad did another slow dip for me, kissing me as he had Emma. He brought me close
again. "Someday soon, Kaylee. Your prince will come." He squeezed my
hand and smiled.
    As I turned around, I was suddenly
face-to-face with Prince Charming himself. "May I have the next
dance?" Owen asked. I looked back at Dad, and he gave me a "go
on" gesture. I shrugged. What harm could one slow dance do?
    I felt Owen's strong hands wrap
around me, one on my shoulder and one on my waist, pulling me in closer. Just
as I had before, I wanted him to draw me in completely, to take me. Stay
strong, I told myself. I danced slowly with him, trying to make eye
contact, but looking away and blushing every time his blue eyes met mine.
    "So you obviously know what I
do. What do you do?" Owen asked finally, the plain question breaking the
tension. Maybe he didn't feel any tension at all. Maybe he was just being
friendly.
    "I'm a physician's assistant
in the ER," I said.
    "So... like a secretary?"
he asked.
    I rolled my eyes. "Nothing
like a secretary," I said, a little annoyed at the question. The song was
ending, so he dipped me down low. The form fitting coral dress didn't help the
fact that I felt like I was being thrown into bed, and he lingered for just a
moment longer than I thought he would at the bottom of the dip. Finally he
lifted me back up.
    "I want to hear all about
being a physician's assistant," he said.
    I opened my mouth, ready to tell
him everything as we began to walk back to the table. Then I remembered that he
knew every trick in the book. "You're just trying to get me to talk about
myself, aren't you? You think that's the key to every woman's heart."
    He didn't even bat an eye.
"Yes I am. Is it working?"
    I paused. He's playing with me ,
I thought. "No, but now you're going to have to listen to me talk about
all the gross things that happen at a hospital," I said.
    He pulled my chair out for me, and
I sat down. He sat down in Jack's empty chair, put his elbows on the table, his
face in his palms, and leaned in. "I'm all ears," he said, sounding
genuinely eager.
    I sighed. "Owen..."
    My tone must have said it all. Owen
jumped back. "Say no more. I can tell when I have no chance of making the
sale. If you don't want me to talk to you again, just let me know."
    I pouted. "It's not like
that..."
    "So you do want me to
talk to you?" he asked, a charming smile on his face. I couldn't help but
blush and look away shyly. "Look, I'll leave you be for now. If you feel
like talking later, come find me." With that, he stood up, walking toward
Mr. Saunders. I knew that he'd have plenty to talk about with the
businesspeople at the party, so maybe it really was better that I didn't waste
his time by talking about myself.
    I watched him move with the
confidence of a man who knew what he wanted and usually got it. Well not today
Mr. Parker. Today, not even your money could buy what you wanted.
    He looked back at me, those
piercing blue eyes catching me in just the right way. Take me, I'm yours...
No! The civil war in my brain continued to rage on.
    ***
    F or the next few hours, I spoke
with my parents or my sister, shooting occasional glances at Owen. Most of the
time, he wasn't looking at me, but sometimes, he was. Every time our eyes met,
I smiled at him.
    I drank a couple cups of punch,
danced with a couple of Jack's younger cousins, and enjoyed the festivities.
The DJ they had flown in from New York was worth every penny. When it came time
for Emma to throw the bouquet, I joined the crowd. Emma winked at me as she turned
around. As she threw the bouquet behind her head, I watched it sail in a
perfect arc toward me. If this was on purpose , I thought, then she
must have been practicing her behind-the-back bouquet tosses. I held out my
hands to catch the bouquet- and suddenly a young teenage