She followed, wondering if Sable had any extra clotheslines.
On the drive back, Drake looked her way. She’d been silent since getting back into the buggy, making him wonder what she might be thinking. Had he been too forward? Had he offended her? Annoyed her? Embarrassed her? He knew he could be overwhelming at times. “You’ve been quiet. Are you angry with me,cheri?”
“Why would I be?” she asked. There was mischief in her eyes.
Seeing that, he decided to proceed cautiously. “I thought maybe I’d been too forward back there?”
“Because you made me remember the way you undressed me and touched me last night? The licks? The kisses? The way you took me in your mouth?”
Drake hardened like steel.
“The way I sat on your lap with my legs opened so scandalously while you brought me to pleasure?”
He almost ran the buggy off the road.
She gave him a catlike smile. “Why would I be angry, Drake? I told you I enjoy learning new things.”
Momentarily speechless, he stared.
She added, “It is warm out today, isn’t it?”
Looking into those sultry eyes, it took all he had not to drive into the trees and show her explicitly how truly warm it was. “Are you poking the bear, Miss Lacy?” He was both impressed and amused.
“No, I’m simply answering the bear’s question.”
“He approves.”
“Good.”
“Will you still dine with me later?”
“I will.”
Approving of that as well, he drove on.
He drew the buggy to a halt at the door. “I’ll see you this evening.”
“You aren’t coming in?”
“I’m going to trade this buggy for Havana and ride home. I need to help with the house, but I’ll be back for dinner.”
“Thanks again for the boxcars.”
“You’re welcome, and thanks for the stimulating ride.”
She smiled and walked to the door.
He drove away.