“Spoken for?” he echoed, with enough incredulousness in his tone to make her want to smack him. “Do you know what century this is?”
She knew her speech patterns were a little archaic; that’s what happened when you lived with your mother and aunt, who were darlings but were definitely old-fashioned. She tried not to use their more dated expressions, but that was what she’d heard most of her life, so that was what came out of her mouth more often than not. She did not, however, appreciate his pointing that out. “It’s the twenty-first, smart ass!”
Silence.
“Oh, my goodness,” she whispered, hand to her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I never say things like that.”
“Well, yes, you do,” he replied. His voice sounded strained. “I heard you. You just don’t say them very often.”
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I have no excuse.”
“Not even that I made you mad as hell?”
“You did, but I’m still responsible for my own actions.”
“God,” he said, looking up at the heavens, “why can’t all the bad guys be like her?”
God didn’t answer, and Jack shrugged. “It was worth a try. C’mon, get back in your car before I kiss you again.”
Unfortunately, that wasn’t much of a threat. Daisy caught herself hesitating, then resolutely reached for the door handle, to find his hand there before hers. She seated herself, arranged her red skirt just so, buckled her seat belt, then remembered why they had stopped in the first place and narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t tailgate me again.”
He leaned forward, his eyes heavy-lidded and his mouth slightly swollen, reminding her what they’d been doing just a few minutes before. “I won’t. At least, not in a car.”
Her heart skipped a beat, then raced into double time. She licked her lips, trying not to form that image in her mind. It formed anyway. Her nipples tightened and peaked.
“Go!” he said harshly, slamming the door and stepping back, and she went. After a moment his car pulled onto the road behind hers.
He stayed a very safe distance behind her, all the way back to Hillsboro.
FOURTEEN
The next morning Daisy went to church as usual. She knew there had been talk about her during the week, thanks to Jack and the condom episode, and in a small town the best thing to do under those circumstances was to follow her normal routine.
Because she knew people would be watching her, she took extra pains with her hair and makeup; it was funny how fast it had become routine. The Weather Channel said that the day would be hot and humid, with temperatures climbing toward the century mark, so she dressed as coolly as possible, even leaving off her panty hose and dusting the insides of her pumps with baby powder so her feet wouldn’t stick to them.
It was already hot, probably almost ninety, at nine-forty-five when she left the house. She turned the air-conditioning in her car on “high,” but the church was only two miles away, so the blast of air was just getting cold when she arrived. The church was nice and cool, though, and she heaved a sigh of relief as she entered the sanctuary and took her customary seat beside her mother and Aunt Jo, who both turned to her with beaming smiles. “You look great,” Aunt Jo said, leaning over to pat Daisy’s hand. “How did last night go?”
Daisy sighed. “I only danced three times,” she whispered. “There was another fight. I didn’t have anything to do with it,” she hastily added when both women’s eyes rounded. “But I think I may have to find some other club.”
“I should hope so,” said her mother. “All those fights!”
It wasn’t the fights that disturbed Daisy, but the fact that the Buffalo club seemed to be Jack’s hangout. She was an intelligent woman; she knew better than to borrow trouble, and after last night it was obvious that being any-where in his vicinity was a big problem. If he went to the Buffalo Club, she would go elsewhere. Period.
Someone slid into the pew beside her, and she automatically turned her head to smile a greeting. The smile froze on her face. “What are you doing here?” she hissed.
Jack looked around at the altar and choir loft, the stained-glass windows, and asked, “Attending church?” then leaned forward to say hello to Evelyn and Aunt Jo. Answering smiles came his way, and Evelyn asked him to come to dinner after services. He pleaded a prior engagement, which saved his toes, because Daisy had been prepared to grind her heel down on his foot if he’d accepted.
Daisy imagined she could feel the gaze of everyone in church centered on her back. “What are you doing here?” she whispered again, more fiercely this time.
He dipped his head closer to hers so he couldn’t be overheard. “You didn’t want everyone to think you bought condoms for a one-night stand, did you?”
Her eyes widened. He was right. By his coming to church and sitting beside her, everyone would assume there was a full-fledged romance between them, because a man just didn’t go to a woman’s church and sit beside her unless they were seriously involved. By giving up one morning of his time, he had changed her status from suspect to understandable. In this day and age, a sexual relationship between two romantically involved adults was the expected thing, even if organized religion did frown on it.
Two hours later, Daisy was a nervous wreck. Knowing that the chief of police wanted to get naked with her wasn’t conducive to having a peaceful morning at church. She had tried her best to pay attention to the sermon, just in case it was aimed at her, but her attention had kept wandering. Specifically, it had wandered to the man sitting on her right.