It was hard to resist an invitation like that.  It would be so easy to lean in just a little more, to close the gap between them, especially when sheâd already had a taste of him.  Thirsty in more ways than one, she wet her lips with her tongue.  If their kiss before had been good, when it was a snap decision and just for show, itâd be better when they meant it. Like he said, a week was plenty of time for kissingâŚand whatever else they might want to get up to together.
His hand on her waist was warm and solid and her heart beat harder at the feel of it.  For a moment she lost herself in imagining his strong, calloused hands on her with nothing between his skin and hers.  Then her gaze drifted to where heâd directed it, and she squinted up at the hat.  âWhat is that, khaki?  Does that make you a good guy or a bad guy?â  Stealing a sideways glance at his bright eyes  and scruff-lined jaw she added, âNot too good, I hope.â
When he rose she took a moment to admire him, paying particular attention to the half of him she hadnât seen yet. Â She was unsurprised yet pleased to note that there was nothing Muppet-like about him from the waist down, either.
Then she stood, hoping she wouldnât wobble like some kind of lightweight.  It was a good thing he hadnât suggested a line dance; she may have been steady standing up, but doubted that that would extend to the electric slide. She had a vague idea that heâd be holding on to her during the two-step.  Heâd hear no complaints from her on that score.  âNope,â she answered, shaking her headâgently, so as not to upset her equilibrium. âYouâll have to show me how itâs done.â Â
Something occurred to her then and she groaned, lifting her free hand to clutch at her head.  âTheyâre going to try to make us line dance at the dude ranch,â she predicted darkly.  âItâs not on the scheduleâI donât thinkââ  Her  memory of their itinerary was hazy at the moment, which said a lot about how preoccupied she was with more pressing matters.  ââbut itâs the kind of corny thing tourists like.â  Her mouth twisted in distaste.  She poked a finger into his firm chest.  âI saved you from Melanie; now youâve gotta save me from line dancing with my parents.â
The brief glimpse of her tongue and the sheen it left under the lights was almost enough to make him kiss her again right there, but when she turned to look at his hat he supposed it was for the best. This was, after all, a family place at this hour--and he didnât want to give Molly too much to talk about. Instead, he followed her gaze to his hat, not sure where her question was going at first and then grinning as he understood. âYouâll have to find out. I donât think youâll be disappointed.â
He wasnât blind to the way she looked at him, and when she stood he didnât hide that he was eyeing her, too, and that he liked what he saw. He was about to lead her toward the dance floor when she groaned, and he stopped, initial concern quickly replaced by mischief. âNo way,â he teased, âIâm gonna show up and weâll be the best damn line dancers at the ranch.â For now, though, he wanted a dance where sheâd be a lot closer, and he slung his arm around her waist, guiding her toward the jukebox. âWhat song ya want?â he asked, searching his pocket for quarters. â--Do they listen to country where youâre from?â
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