Disclaimer: Scarecrow and Mrs King is copyrighted by Warner Bros and Shoot the Moon Production Company. Typical lines, situations, clichés, etc are borrowed from SMK for the amusement of the author and hopefully the readers as well.
Summary: Lee tells Amanda to mingle while he meets a contact.
Lee Stetson emerged from the Library, the documents tucked securely into the inner pocket of his vest, and made his way to the ballroom. He stopped in the doorway and began to scan the room for Amanda. There was no point in looking where he left her, that was the one place she was guaranteed not to be.
She was not hard to spot, it was like he had a radar for her. Lee could always find Amanda within 5-10 seconds of entering a room where she was present. He had to stomp down the surge of jealousy he always felt upon finding her dancing with another man. He could hardly blame her, he told her to mingle. Why did she only listen to him in these instances?
As if she, too, had radar, Amanda managed to guide her dance partner close enough so that her companion for the evening could 'rescue' her.
"C'mon, we have to go," Lee barely acknowledged the other man as he took Amanda's arm.
"Are we leaving already?" she asked, a disappointed look on her face.
"Amanda, this isn't a date!" he replied, as usual.
"I know that!" she responded, as usual.
"Who was that guy, anyway?" Lee placed a possessive hand on the small of her back as he guided her across the room.
"Dylan Hunter, he's a banker."
"Think we should have him checked out?"
"Considering my track record, with Whitsett and Delano, I'd say so." Amanda sometimes thought Lee just brought her to these things to see if she could find a potential suspect to dance with.
Lee's hand tightened on her waist. Delano better be in a very secure prison, because if he ever saw him again, he was still going to end up in a wheelchair.
Amanda felt his tension. She pulled him to a stop near the edge of the dance floor, and put her arms around his neck.
"Lee, does that still bother you?" she questioned gently, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Well, now I know what I would have missed." Lee rested his cheek on her hair, and pulled her closer. "Why do you dance with those guys, anyway?"
"They ask me," Amanda stroked the nape of his neck with her fingertips. She tipped back her head and smiled up at him. "A girl's gotta get it any way she can."
"Yeah? If you ask me, your husband could use a brain. Only an idiot would leave a beautiful woman like you alone, instead of filling up your dance card!" Lee smiled as he lowered his head, capturing her lips for a brief, but passionate kiss.
They barely swayed as they held each other close for the remainder of the song.
"We really do have to go now," Lee reminded Amanda. "We have to drop these papers by the Agency, and then be home in time to pretend we weren't waiting up for Philip to get back from his date!"
Time Setting: A couple of years after the show, everybody knows