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8. Eastmountainsouth – So Are You To Me

"Would you like to dance, Stella?"

"I'd love to," she replied, taking Mac's hand and letting him lead her across the dance floor. As he took her in his arms, she rested her head against his shoulder, fighting off the butterflies that had suddenly taken up residence in her stomach.

"It was a beautiful wedding, wasn't it?" Mac said after a few moments, pulling back just enough to look at her.

"Yes, it was. Flack looks about as happy as I've ever seen him. Noelle's good for him."

"Yes, she is. You look beautiful, by the way. I'm not sure if I told you that before."

She blushed a little. "Mac Taylor, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were flirting with me."

He did not say anything, but instead pulled her closer again.