"Are you ready to enjoy dinner and dancing?" Becka asked. And, a quick kiss good night?
Turning toward the door, she bent over to pick up her shawl and purse from the couch. She better not think about kissing Taylor Adams. The memory of his caress sent shivers down her spine as she moved toward the door.
"I've never been to this club. I hope I fit in."
She couldn't help notice the concern in his voice. Him? Shy? Impossible. Did he worry his age topped others that frequented the place? Ridicul...
Published on May 24, 2010 08:00