This is an on-going tale between Oliver and Shane as we wait for our next movie. The characters and the inspiration belong to Martha Williamson. This story line follows what I wrote in Letters to Oliver and Signed, Sealed, Personally Delivered. This story takes place after Shane has returned from D.C. She and Oliver have read her letters, except for one, and have been dating. A happy ending is promised.

Three months had almost passed since Shane's return. Summer days were fading and the splash of autumn's color would soon appear. Norman and Rita were relishing in wedding details like two children planning for Christmas. It wasn't going to be a big wedding; actually it would be quite small. However, the event was very big to these two POstables. Marriage was once and forever. They were so well loved by all who knew them that everyone joined in their glee and wanted only the best for the upcoming nuptials.

None were more supportive than their two best friends, Oliver O'Toole and Shane McInerny. Oliver accompanied Norman in choosing a new suit for the ceremony. Shane helped Rita choose flowers and her dress. With these two folks for friends, the happy couple was flanked by sound advice and encouragement.

The engaged couple decided that Shane and Oliver would be their only attendants. Norman had too many cousins from which to choose for groomsmen so he would have only Oliver as his best man. Shane would be Rita's maid of honor. And of all people, Ramon was licensed by the state of Colorado and could conduct the wedding.

While Norman and Rita's relationship walked on solid ground, things for Oliver and Shane were closer to walking on eggshells. They were pleasant with other, even jovial together. They went to dinner, the theatre, museums, picnics, and church together. But the passion with which Oliver had kissed her in DLO upon her return from D.C. waned.

Shane worried that the disclosure of her feelings for him through reading her letters had been too much too soon. Maybe you don't want to be the first woman a man gets involved with after his divorce.

Sometimes when Norman and Rita were discussing their upcoming wedding, Shane would notice how quiet Oliver would become, the far away look he got in his eyes. Was he thinking of his own failed marriage? Was he questioning if it was something that he would ever do again?

One day during lunch at The Mailbox Grille, Ramon offered Rita and Norman dance lessons.

Ramon said, "The first dance as husband and wife should be the great dance of all dances that they could ever dance."

Norman was terrified by Roman's definition of a great dance but he couldn't refuse his excited fiancée.

"Dance classes, oh boy," said a nervous Norman.

"You know Shane and Oliver love dance classes. Don't you love dance classes? I'm sure they would want to take them with us," said Norman, looking at Oliver with pleading fear in his eyes.

"Yes, that would be fun. Oh please do!" said Rita.

"Shane, would you like to take classes with Rita and Norman?" asked Oliver.

"I am available if you are," said Shane.

"Then we will join you. We have said that we need practice," said Oliver.

Shane was glad for opportunity. She too thought it would be fun and that it would be something that Oliver would particularly enjoy. Oliver seemed to share Shane's enthusiasm for the opportunity. However, by the third class you would have thought that it was Shane and Oliver who had never danced together. Oliver had not just lost his rhythm; he seemed to have forgotten the steps. In one session, he was pulling her out of a dip and actually dropped her.

"Oh dear, are you alright? I'm so sorry. I, I just…Let me assist you," said Oliver.

Norman, Rita, and Ramon rushed over to the fallen dance partner.

"I'm fine, really," said Shane, brushing off her skirt as she stood.

"I'm so sorry," Oliver continued.

"Everything is fine. I just…slipped," said Shane, trying to deflect the responsibility from Oliver to herself.

Shane regained her composure as the other duo of POstables laughed about their own stumbles. Ramon took the opportunity to pull Oliver to the side.

"I see you. Stop it. You are thinking too much," said Ramon.

"Well, it has been a while since we danced and perhaps I…," said Oliver.

"No. No. Dance is about the heart – two hearts, beating as one. You must allow your heart to beat with the beautiful Shane. Her heart is beating. No?" said Ramon.

To that lesson in life Oliver cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and walked away.

"Ms. McInerny, I think we need to return to work," said Oliver.

And with that, the class ended.