We burst out laughing.
“I think it’s time to get this party started,” I told her.
“The party started the first time I met you,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I was just a little late getting there.”
“Then we have lots of time to make up for.” I tugged her hand and pulled her back out onto the dance floor, twirling her around. “Ready, Mrs. Kirby?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I dipped her low, almost to the ground, before hauling her back up and pressing my lips to hers.