direction. “Eleven years ago you and I were the only two guys Whitney was seeing.”
“How dare you!” George’s thin, white cheeks flushed pink.
Ashe led Deborah away from George, quickly ushering her through the crowd and onto the dance floor.
“That was a horrible thing to say to George,” Deborah said.
“I was justified, don’t you think?” Ashe pulled her close, leaning over to nuzzle her neck with his nose.
She gulped in a deep breath of air. “Yes, you were most definitely justified. George always has been a little snot! He’s so immature.”
“A little snot?” Ashe chuckled. “I guess that does aptly describe George, doesn’t it?”
Deborah loved the feel of Ashe’s arms around her, the security of his strength, the sensuality of his nearness. She didn’t know what she had expected to happen tonight. Between Ashe and Whitney. Between Ashe and George. But she certainly hadn’t expected to feel so light and free and thoroughly amused.
It suddenly hit her that neither she nor Ashe were the same two people who had left this country club eleven years ago. They had both grown up.
Ashe was no longer in awe of the wealthy social set that ruled the county. His dreams weren’t wrapped up in a sexy package called Whitney Vaughn. He wasn’t an angry, outraged, spurned lover.
And Deborah no longer saw herself as a wallflower beside her exquisite cousin. Any residue of leftover jealousy she might have once felt disappeared completely. She was strong. She was successful. She was attractive.
And Ashe McLaughlin wanted her!
They moved to the music, giving themselves over to the bluesy rendition of an old Glenn Miller song. They spent nearly an hour on the dance floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. Occasionally Deborah noticed some curious stares and heard a few whispered innuendoes. None of it mattered, she told herself. She and Ashe were presenting themselves to the world as lovers. She could not allow herself to think otherwise. When the danger to her life ended, Ashe would be gone.
But during the duration of his stay, they could become lovers. She didn’t doubt for one minute that Ashe wanted her. He had made that abundantly clear. The question was did she dare risk giving herself to him? Did she dare risk falling in love with him all over again? How could she become his lover and continue lying to him about Allen?
“Are you about ready to leave?” Ashe whispered, then kissed her ear.
Deborah shivered. “Yes. I think everyone has seen us and drawn their own conclusions.”
“We don’t have to go back to your house.” Ashe ran his hand up and down her back. “We could find some place to be alone.”
“No. I’m not…Just take me home. I can’t handle a repeat performance of that night eleven years ago when we left the country club together.”
“It wouldn’t be the same. We aren’t the same,” he said. “We’d both know what we were getting into this time.”
“That’s the problem, isn’t it? At least for me.”
The music came to a end. Couples left the dance floor, while others waited for the next set to begin. Deborah pulled away from Ashe, intending to make a quick exit. Ashe jerked her into his arms, grasped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her, long, hard and devouring. Every rational thought went out of her head.
When she was weak and breathless, he ended the kiss, draped his arm around her shoulders and escorted her off the dance floor, past a glaring Whitney and her openmouthed guests.
“Every person in this room knows you’re mine,” he whispered as they walked out into the hall. “And since they’re aware of my reputation, no one will doubt that I’m the kind of man who’d kill to defend his own.”
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