"Oh, I'm sure there are some charmingly tiny nieces and nephews around somewhere who would love a dance, Haylee," Sam teased, giving her hand a squeeze, then shifting his arm so she could drape her wrist over his forearm.
He began to move them away from the table, steering them slowly toward an approaching waiter laden down with a platter full of champagne. Gesturing toward the man, Sam fetched them two glasses and reached over to clink his flute against hers.
"It occurs to me that you may actually be forced to meet my parents today. That will be a treat for you," Sam said, grinning after a swallow of bubbly. Her outfit had already drawn a fair amount of attention, and he was confident she wouldn't want it any other way.