know.â
âAnd patience.â
âI know...but heâs taking me home. Usually he stays and I go home alone. Donât you think thatâs meaningful?â
âI think you confused him tonight. At least two men
that I saw were very attentive to you, and Iâm guessing that doesnât always happen.â
âOh, it happens. He just never notices.â
âYou should go home with him then. Iâll get someone to take me home.â
âOkay. Sometime this week I want to go shopping.â
âItâs a date.â
Jeannie squeezed her hand and flew across the dance floor as the band started warming up again. Eddie waited for her by the door. He entwined his arm with hers as they exited, and Carrie watched skeptically.
It was a hard thing to watch, Jeannieâs pain, then her sudden hope. Maybe sheâd done her a disservice. All the sexy-lady business was nothing more than a bandage over long-festering wounds that Carrie knew nothing about. Didnât want to know anything about. She wasnât going to be here long enough to get involved. Eventually, all she could do for Jeannie was leave her behind, and everything else. Everyone else.
âSo Jeannieâs gone home.â Truck handed her a paper cup of lemonade. âAnd I take it youâre stranded.â
Carrie sipped. âStranded? I donât know if Iâd put it that strongly. I bet I could find someone to take me home.â
âI dare you to let me.â
âIâm not scared of you, Truck.â
âSure you are, but thatâs okay. A kiss isnât a commitment either.â
âBut youâll do it again, then where will I be?â
âSoundly and thoroughly kissed, and whatâs so bad about that?â
Carrie didnât like where the conversation was going. âDonât you have a date with a fiddle?â she said.
âNope. Iâm going to stay right here and burn. Come on, Carrie. Youâre making more of this than it is.â
No, Iâm not. And if I were smart, I would not walk one foot out the door with him.
Iâm not smart. And uplift works.
Tom rescued her. âHow about it, Carrie?â
She took his hand. âIâd love to.â
It was so much easier to follow Tom. He held her politely, nicely, and his conversation was easy and humorous. He was in fact a very nice man, young, enthusiastic and a great advocate for the quality of life that had been the draw that brought him to Paradise from Chicago.
He wondered hopefully if she had a pet.
âThere are some outdoor cats hanging around, so I canât really promise you any business,â Carrie said regretfully. âNor am I sure how long Iâll be staying in town.â
âYouâll stay,â Tom predicted. âYouâll see. Thanks, Carrie,â he said as he brought her back to Truck.
âThank you,â she said warmly. He was halfway across the floor when it occurred to her that he probably would have been very happy to give her a lift home.
âHe wouldâve,â Truck said, reading her mind as he sidled up to her. âBut heâs no fun.â
He swung her into the next dance, another slow dance, before she could protest. And then it was too late to push away, and by that time Carrie didnât want to, anyway.
Uplift was dangerous. Men could detect uplift a a mile away. She would bet Truck knew exactly what she was wearing under her thin silk shirt. And she was too aware of the softness of her body against the hardness of his as she moved against him.
This was dangerous. This was stupid. Why was her
body warring with her common sense? Why was her body winning?
She pulled away. âTruck...â
He pulled her back firmly. âCarrie,â he mimicked her tone. âLetâs just do one dance at a time.â
âYou donât get to choreograph everything,â Carrie muttered.
âNo, but I get to lead.â
She