his ex-wife, but she doubted it would make any difference. Eric had spent much of the evening pretending she was.
At the moment, however, her date and his ex-wife were the least of Kate’s problems. Tiny pinpricks moved up and down her spine, telling her that Luke was still glaring at her from the other side of the room. She did her best to act as though he wasn’t there.
She smiled up at Eric, she laughed, she talked, but with each breath she drew she could feel Luke’s eyes on her, scrutinizing every move she made.
When the music stopped, Eric returned to their table and his drink, swallowing the remainder of it in one gulp. The music started again and he pulled Kate toward him.
“I think I’ll sit this one out.” She hoped that would appease Luke, who looked as if he were about to rip Eric in two.
Her gaze fell to her lap and she folded her hands, concentrating on not letting him know how much a single glance from him affected her.
“How much have you had to drink, Wilson?”
While her eyes were lowered, Luke had come over to their table. His voice was controlled but unmistakably furious.
“I can’t say that’s any of your concern, Rivers.” For his part, Eric seemed nervous. He leaned back in his chair, balancing on two legs, and raised his empty shot glass.
“I don’t agree,” Luke countered, moving closer. “From what I can see, you’ve had plenty. I’m taking Kate home with me.”
“Luke,” she protested, “please don’t do this.”
“Your date’s in no condition to drive.”
It was all Kate could do not to stand up and defend Eric. Unfortunately Luke was right. She’d known it even before they’d finished dinner, but she wanted to handle things her own way.
“I can hold my liquor as well as the next man,” Eric said, daring to wave his glass under Luke’s nose. It was apparent to everyone that his courage had been fortified by whiskey. Few men would have taunted Luke in his present mood.
Luke turned to Kate. “You’ve got better sense than this, Kate.”
Kate did. But she had no intention of telling him so. “I think Eric knows his own limit,” she returned.
“Then you plan to ride home with him?”
“I’m not sure yet.” She wouldn’t, but she wasn’t about to give Luke an armful of ammunition to use against her.
Luke scowled at her with such fury it was difficult for Kate to swallow normally.
Slowly he turned to Eric. “If you value your teeth, I suggest you stay exactly where you are. Bob,” Luke called to the sheriff’s deputy across the room, “would you see that this newcomer gets home without a problem?”
“Sure thing, Luke.”
“Kate,” he said, addressing her next, “you’re coming with me.”
“I most certainly am not.”
Luke didn’t leave her any option. He leaned forward and pulled her upright, as if she weighed no more than a bag of popcorn.
She struggled briefly but knew it was useless. “Luke, don’t do this. Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded through clenched teeth, humiliated to the very roots of her hair.
“Either you come with me willingly or I carry you out of here.” Luke’s composure didn’t falter. When she resisted, he swept his arms behind her legs and lifted her from the floor.
“Luke,” Kate cried, “put me down this instant. I demand that you put me down.”
He completely ignored her threat as he strode toward the door, his gaze focused impassively ahead of them. The waitress who’d served her dinner came running up to hand Kate her coat and bag. Her eyes were flashing with humor.
“Stick by your man, honey,” she advised. “That city slicker can’t hold a candle to Luke Rivers.”
“Luke’s the man for you,” someone else shouted.
“When you gonna tie the knot?”
Two men were holding open the lounge door for them. The last thing Kate heard as Luke carried her into the cold night air was a robust round of applause from inside the lounge.
“I have never been so embarrassed in my life,” Kate stormed as Luke parked his pickup outside the house. “How could you do that to me? How could you?”
During the entire ride home, Luke hadn’t spoken a word, nor had he even glanced at her. He’d held himself stiff, staring straight ahead. For all his concern about her riding with Eric, he drove as if the very devil were on their tail. Only when they entered the long, winding drive that led to the house had he reduced his speed.
“I’ll never forgive you for this,” she told him, grabbing the door handle and vaulting out of the truck. She couldn’t get away from him fast enough. By morning every tongue in Nightingale would be wagging, telling how Luke Rivers had hauled Kate Logan out of the Red Bull.
To her dismay Luke followed her into the house.
“I couldn’t care less if you forgive me or not,” he said darkly.
“The women were laughing and the men snickering.... I won’t be able to show my face in this town again.”
“As far as I’m concerned, the problem is one of your own making.”
“That’s not true!” She’d had no way of knowing that Eric was going to start downing wine like soda pop. And she did not need a lecture from Luke Rivers. All she wanted him to do was leave, so she could lick her wounds in private and figure out how long it would be before she dared go out in public again.
Luke started pacing the kitchen floor. Each step was measured and precise. Clipped, like his voice.
“Please go,” she beseeched wearily.
“I’m not leaving until I get some answers from you.”
Gathering what remained of her dignity, which at this point wasn’t much, Kate sank onto a chair. She wouldn’t argue with Luke. Every time she tried, she came out the loser. Better to get this over with now rather than wait for morning. She sighed deeply.
“Who the hell is Eric Wilson and why were you having dinner with him?” Luke’s heavy boots clicked against the kitchen floor as he paced.
Instead of answering, Kate asked, “What’s happened to us?” She gazed sorrowfully up at Luke. “Do you remember how much fun we used to have together? Tonight wasn’t fun, Luke. Just a few weeks ago I could laugh with you and cry with you. You were my friend and I was yours. Suddenly nothing’s the same, and I don’t understand why.” Her voice quavered slightly. She fought an overwhelming desire to hide her face in her hands and weep.
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