Don moved out of the way so she could slide from the booth. Ty tossed a handful of bills on the table, spoke a gruff good-night to Don, and then followed Sunny outside.
She could barely wait until he opened her car door. When he did, she all but fell into her seat before her knees buckled beneath her. Taking the lake road out of town, Ty drove just within the speed limit. Sunny rested her head against the back of the seat and let the humid wind pound against her. Not a single word passed between them during the entire trip.
Ty braked the Datsun in front of the cabin. Sunny wanted to escape without any ado. “Thanks for the evening, Ty. It was fun.”
She was out of the car in a flash and running up the steps of the porch. She fumbled with her keys at the door, cursing her clumsiness when she dropped them.
It seemed that making a hasty getaway was out of the question anyway. Ty elbowed her aside, picked up the keys, and unlocked the door himself.
He didn’t wait for her to step inside, but pushed her in ahead of himself and switched on the light. By the time Sunny’s eyes had become accustomed to the sudden brightness, he had a grip on both her shoulders.
“Let me go! What’s the matter with you?” she demanded, trying to squirm out of his hold.
“That’s my line, Sunny. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing!”
“Then why did you act that way in front of Jenkins?”
“What way?”
He shook her slightly. “Don’t play dumb. Start
talking.”
“About what?”
“I want to know why you walked out on your wedding.”
Seven
She abruptly ceased struggling. “What makes you think I’d tell you?”
His face moved down very near to hers. “Because whether you want to admit it or not, Sunny, there’s something going on here.”
“Going on?”
“Between us.”
She laughed scoffingly. “Your wager. If there is one.”
“More than that.”
“That’s the extent of it.”
“Hardly,” he said softly. “Ever since I took you in my arms to dance, we’ve been short-circuiting. You might not want to admit it. You might not like it. But you sure as hell can’t deny it.”
The stubborn jut of her chin said otherwise. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
“Because, dammit, I want you. In bed.”
His bluntness gave her pause, but not for long. “You’re never at a loss for words, are you?”
“Never. And neither are you, except when the topic of your wedding comes around. Then you clam up. Why?”
“None of your business.”
“Yes, it is.”