Some Girls Do by Leanne Banks

other women at the bar. She bit her lip, trying to think of a way to make him stay.
    “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
    Relief rushed through her. She took a careful breath. “Yes, I'd like that very much.”
    “Let me find us a place to sit together,” he said and she felt literally caressed by his gaze.
    He slid his arm around her waist and led her to a corner of the room. “You stay here and I'll get us a drink. Promise you won't leave,” he said.
    She smiled with delight at his concern. “I'll be right here.”
    He leaned over to her and lifted his fingers to her chin. “You haven't ever been to Texas before, have you?”
    “No,” she admitted.
    “I think I'd like to show you around a little bit,” he said, his gaze falling to her lips. “You think about that. Okay?”
    His intensity made her light-headed. “I will,” she-said.
    Pulling back, he tipped his hat, “I'll be right back.”
    The rest of the evening passed in a lovely-margarita- and Chad-filled blur. He was so attentive to Wilhemina she kept pinching herself. He didn't even seem to be looking at other women. He told her all the places they could go together and danced all the slow songs with her. By midnight, Wilhemina struggled with wooziness from the margaritas, but she didn't want to miss a rninute with Chad. He brushed his mouth over hers and her heart sped into overdrive. She stumbled, and he caught her, pulling her against his long, lean frame.
    “You're looking, a little tuckered out. You think maybe we should get you home?”
    Loath to see the evening end, she lifted her shoulders. “I'm at the Marriott just a couple miles down the road.”
    “Well, I can drive behind you to make sure you get there okay.”
    Her heart twisted. “That's so sweet. You've been so nice all evening. I don't think I've ever met anyone like you.”
    “My pleasure, Wilhemina,” he said. “Let me escort you to your car.”
    Wilhemina allowed him to walk with her to her rental car. He gave a whistle at the white Cadillac.
    “Nice ride,” he said, glancing at it in approval.
    “It's a rental,” she said.
    “What do you usually drive?” he asked.
    “I don't usually—” She broke off, not wanting to reveal her lack of independence. “One of those little BMW convertibles,” she said, naming the car she would like to drive.
    He grinned. “Roadster. I can see you in that. You sure you can drive?”
    “I'll be fine,” she assured him, impressed again by his kind concern.
    “Okay. I'll be behind you in my truck. It's red and kinda beat-up-looking, but it's temporary. I've had a little bad luck lately. You know how that goes.”
    Wilhemina nodded. She completely understood about bad luck, although bad luck had never affected her mode of transportation. She unlocked her car door and Chad reached to open the door for her.
    “Thank you,” he said, standing so close his aftershave played havoc with her senses. “I'll be right behind you.”
    Wilhemina stepped into her vehicle and smiled while he closed the door. As soon as he stepped away, she fanned her face. Whew! That man made her hot. It took a couple of minutes for her to collect herself enough to start the engine and get the car into gear. Her mind reeling, she pictured all the places Chad had told her about.
    Driving back to her hotel, she spotted his pickup truck in her rearview mirror. His left headlight was out, she noticed and made a mental note to tell him. She pulled into the parking lot and chose a space with no cars on either side. Wilhemina wasn't very confident of her-parking skills.
    Her heart pounding in anticipation, she quickly rose from the car. She hoped Chad was going to ask to see her again. He pulled in beside her and was at her door just as she stepped outside.
    The intent look in his eyes made it hard for her to breathe. She swallowed over a nervous lump in her-throat. “Thank you for following me,” she whispered.
    “My pleasure,” he said, gently nudging her back