stepped around to the driver’s side and accepted the keys. “You mean if I’d asked to drive, you would have objected?”
“You got it.”
“You think that means I’m not a chauvinist?”
She got in and closed the door. “It’s a pretty good indication. But if you are, you’ll let me know. That’s an ailment a man can’t hide.”
“Now wait a second. Who’s being a chauvinist?”
“Not me, I was just stating a fact.”
“That so? Do you know that much about men? I wouldn’t have thought it.”
“Whoa. I didn’t realize a married woman—or a widow for that matter—was expected to account for such things.”
He looked over his shoulder, moved onto Route 144, and set the car on Cruise. “And I didn’t ask you to, but you have to admit there’s a certain freshness, an innocence about you that one doesn’t associate with a woman who’s had almost five years of marriage. But maybe this isn’t the time to get into that.”
How much did he know about her marriage to Prescott? “I’m not sure I follow.”
His quick glance sent a chill through her. A man didn’t discuss his marriage with his attorney, did he?
“You mean about the innocence? Could be it’s just the way you are with me. Whatever. I like it.”
She folded her hands in her lap, stared down at them, and made herself relax as he turned into the drive leading to BWI airport. “No comment?” he asked.
“Some other time. No point in getting into a deep discussion that we can’t finish.”
A grin danced off his lips. “In that case, I’ll repeat those words the minute I get back here. Be prepared.”
They walked into the terminal minutes before his flight was called. He put his ticket in the breast pocket of his jacket, took her hand, passed the security checkpoint, and reached the gate as boarding began.
Blake dropped his suitcase on the floor and clasped both of her shoulders. “I’m never going to forget this, Melinda. Never. You can’t possibly know what your being with me these past couple of hours means to me. I’ll call you.”
She hardly felt his kiss; it passed so quickly. But she recognized in it a new urgency. Or maybe it sprang from a deeper need. She didn’t know, and she was afraid to guess. She walked slowly back to her car thinking that she had no idea where in Alabama he was headed.
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