sure you’ve had the experience,” she said dryly.
“There’s another topic you probably won’t talk about on a first date.”
She looked at him quizzically. “What topic?”
“Experience. I’m sure you must have met some interesting people during your travels.”
“Yes, of course.”
Duke cleared his throat. “Interesting men?”
She tilted her head to see him. “By any chance, are you asking about my experience with men?”
“Well, I am curious.”
“Would you like me to tell you what you can do with your curiosity, Mr. Sheridan?” she asked sweetly.
“Uh, probably not.” He chuckled after a moment. “We sure do get along, don’t we?”
Lola merely shook her head in amazement, though in truth she had been enjoying their repartee. Duke was fun to be with, flagrantly nosy but fun. Scratch “boring,” she thought, recalling her thoughts about what kind of evening they might have together.
“There’s the Grange,” Duke announced.
Lola looked ahead and saw the lights of the old building. Dozens of cars and pickup trucks were parked around the place.
“Looks like a good turnout,” she remarked.
Duke pulled into the parking lot and found an empty space. He turned off the ignition. The second the motor was silent, they could hear music coming from the building. Lola smiled: it was the same type of old-time music she remembered. She reached for the door handle to get out, and felt Duke’s hand on her arm.
She turned to look at him. “What?”
“If you’ll wait a minute, I’ll be a gentleman and open your door for you.”
She laughed. “That’s not necessary. I’m perfectly capable of opening the door for myself.”
“Lola, sit,” he said firmly, and bounded from the car to hurry around the front of his car.
“You silly man,” she whispered. But there was something alive and happy within her. She could have easily and honestly given Duke an answer to his question Do you like me? She did like him. Very much.
But it was that very affection that had her guard up. Never before had she so quickly developed positive feelings for a man. To her way of thinking, that in itself was reason enough to keep their relationship in the sane and sensible category, especially when she suspected that, given an opening, Duke would make a move on her with the impact of a speeding bullet.
He opened her door. She looked at the hand he extended in invitation for a moment before taking it and heard Duke laugh softly.
Okay, maybe she was being a little too cautious. Gingerly she placed her hand in his and got out of the car. The next thing she knew she was pressed against Duke, thigh to thigh, chest to chest. Startled, she lifted her chin to look into his eyes. His arms were around her, holding her firmly in place.
“Don’t do this, Duke,” she said in a voice that was suddenly husky with rampaging emotions.
“You don’t kiss on a first date?” There was a teasing quality to his voice, even though his eyes were dark and sober. “I want to kiss you, Lola,” he whispered. “I’ve hardly thought of anything else since we met.”
She saw his head slowly coming down. Her own heartbeat was nearly choking her.
But she wasn’t ready for this move. Placing her hands on his chest, she shoved hard and took a backward step at the same time.
“Cool it, sport,” she mumbled thickly. “I won’t be rushed.”
Duke stared at her, then laughed. “Guess I forgot that. Come on, let’s go in.”
Lola frowned as they wound through vehicles to reach the Grange. He’d taken rejection well. This time. What concerned her was that the next time he made a pass—and she had no doubt that he would try again—she might not say no.
She could get in very deep, very fast with Duke Sheridan. A heavy but silent sigh lifted her shoulders. After little more than an hour together, things were already getting complicated.
Was she falling for Duke? Maybe she was, though an even more disturbing question was what he really thought of her. If he was looking for nothing more than sex, he was barking up the wrong tree.
But how would she know? More than one woman had fallen for a charming, handsome man, given him everything including her heart, and then been dropped like a hot potato when another challenging woman appeared on the scene.
Why did she suspect Duke of being that type of guy? No one had said anything to lead her to believe that about him. It was more of a gut instinct than anything else.
A final thought just before they reached the door of the Grange weakened her knees. Was it possible that she was merely devising arguments against falling in love and would do the same with any man who expressed a serious interest in her?
A blue sedan was parked in the dark shadow of a huge cottonwood tree, directly across the street from Charlie’s Place. The woman inside the car sat rigid as a rock, staring intently at the lighted windows of the Fanon residence. A man was in and out of sight, appearing to be doing some cleaning. She couldn’t see his features clearly and wished she had binoculars with her. Even the vague picture he presented, however, made her heart beat faster. Charles Albert Fanon. Instinctively she knew it was him. This was her chance. She should take it…now!
Her muscles became even stiffer than they’d been and her thoughts began stumbling over one another. Panic rose in her throat, and it took several minutes to even partially calm herself.
She knew the name of the dark-haired young woman living with Charles…Lola Fanon. She had visited the Men’s Western Wear store, going in when the two female clerks were busy with customers. Browsing, she had managed to get close enough to read Lola’s courtesy tag on her blouse. The Fanon name had dealt her a blow. Who was she to Charles? The rent-a-room theory was out; Lola Fanon had to be closely related, probably a daughter.
Then, earlier tonight, she had seen Lola leave with a man in a black vehicle. Ever since, she had been watching Charles through the windows of his house and business.
She inhaled a deep breath, waiting for the courage to climb the stairs to the front porch, to go through that door, to do what she had come to Montana and Rocky Ford to do.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. She could never leave town until she accomplished her goal, and here was a perfect opportunity to do so. He was all alone in that big house. Why couldn’t she get out of this car?
Her mind raced, looking for answers. Was it because she still
