I didn’t know it but my future husband was trying to impress me as he glided around the semi-truck tires. I noticed his Ropers (he looked good in them) and the graceful way he moved while he worked. He righted himself, black smudges on his arms, and leaned in close with a cocky grin. “I’ll bet you couldn’t guess I have a six-pack underneath here.”

I paused frowning. Not the expression he expected. How or why would he hide a six-pack of beer under his shirt? It wasn’t until months later I told him what I was thinking. He loved me even more.