Her fingers are soft and warm.
Perfect.
Electricity shoots up my arm.
She startles.
I know she feels it too.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
“Okay,” she says softly.
Then she blinks.
“Wait.”
My heart stops.
“What?”
“Just have to grab my purse and go to the ladies’ room first.”
I stare.
Then I laugh.
Actually laugh.
Sweet Mother Moon.
I almost had a coronary over a purse.
“Of course.”
Mike catches my eye from his position, propping Brad-or-Chad up against the table.
His expression says exactly what I'm thinking.
About damn time.
I flip him off.
He grins.
Daria returns with her purse and glances toward the front windows.
“Um, so before we go, are you planning on murdering me?”
I blink.
“Nope.”
“Okay, that seems believable.”
She smiles sweetly.
