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The corners of his eyes crinkled. “You have very nice taste in underwear, by the way. I couldn’t help but notice last night.” He moved on to her waist.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Stop this right now!”
His hands came to a halt as he felt the lump in her pocket. With a grin, he pulled out the car keys.
“Give those back!”
“You want to move that car for me, Bruno?” He pitched the keys over, then tipped his hat to Gracie. “Nice to have met you, Miz Snow.”
Dumbfounded, she watched him stride down the drive to the Thunderbird and climb in. She began to rush toward him only to realize that Bruno was getting into her rental car at the end of the drive.
“Don’t touch that car!” she exclaimed, immediately changing direction.
The engines of both the Thunderbird and the rental car roared to life. As she gazed helplessly back and forth between the two automobiles—one in the drive, the other blocking the drive—she knew with an unshakable conviction that if she let Bobby Tom escape, she would never get close to him again. He had houses everywhere and an army of flunkies to protect him from people he didn’t want to see. She had to stop him now, or she would have lost her chance forever.
Her rental car, with Bruno in the driver’s seat, shot forward and cleared the end of the drive.
She whirled toward the Thunderbird. “Don’t leave! We have to go to the airport!”
“Y’all have a good life now, y’hear.” With a jaunty wave of his hand, Bobby Tom began backing out.
In a flash she saw herself returning to Shady Acres to take the job the new owners had offered her. She smelled Ben-Gay and Lysol; she tasted overcooked green beans and mashed potatoes covered with gelatinous yellow gravy. She saw the years slipping by, saw herself wearing elastic stockings and heavy cardigans while her arthritic fingers tried to pound out “Harvest Moon” on the battered upright that wouldn’t hold its tune. Before she’d ever had the chance to be young, she’d be old.
“No!” The scream came from the very center of her being, the place where her dreams lived, all those glorious dreams
that were slipping away forever.
She bolted toward the Thunderbird, running as fast as she could, her purse banging awkwardly against her side. Bobby Tom had turned his head to check for traffic in the street, and he didn’t see her coming. Her heart raced. Any second now he would be gone, sentencing her to a life of dreary monotony. Desperation gave her strength and she ran faster.
He pulled out and shifted. She increased her speed. Air filled her lungs in short, painful gasps. The Thunderbird began to move forward just as she drew even with it. With a wrenching sob, she threw herself headfirst over the convertible’s passenger door.
“Awww, hell.”
The jolt of the brakes sent her upper body pitching forward off the seat. Her hands and upper arms hit the floor mats, while her feet still dangled over the door. She winced as she tried to catch herself. Cold air slithered across the backs of her thighs, and she realized her skirt had flipped over her head. Mortified, she groped for it, at the same time trying to wiggle the rest of herself into the car.
She heard a particularly offensive obscenity that was undoubtedly common among football players, but seldom heard at Shady Acres. Normally, it was uttered in one syllable, but Bobby Tom’s Texas drawl extended it to two. Her skirts finally under control, she slumped breathlessly back into the seat.
Several seconds ticked by before she worked up enough nerve to look at him.
He was gazing at her thoughtfully, his elbow propped on the top of the steering wheel. “Just out of curiosity, sweetheart; did you ever talk to your doctor about givin’ you some tranquilizers?”
She turned her head and stared straight ahead.
“See, the thing of it is, Miz Gracie, I’m right now on my way to Telarosa, and I’m going by myself.”
Her eyes shot back to him. “You’re leaving now?”
“My suitcase is in the trunk.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s the truth. You want to open that door and get out?”
She shook her head stubbornly, hoping he couldn’t see how close she was to reaching the end of her resources. “I have to go with you. It’s my responsibility to stay with you until you reach Telarosa. I have a job to do.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and with a great deal of trepidation, she realized that she had finally managed to chip away at his phony country boy affability.
“Don’t make me throw you out,” he said in a low, determined voice.
