Pregnant by the Texan(10)

                “That’s more like it,” he said, smiling. “What time do you leave in the morning?” he asked.

                “I’ll fly the eight-o’clock commuter plane from here to Dallas and change planes for Austin.”

                They reached the dance floor as the music changed to an old-time fast beat. She was caught in Aaron’s direct look as they danced, and his brown eyes had darkened slightly. Desire was evident in his expression. Her insides clenched while memories of making love with him bombarded her.

                His hot gaze raked over her and she could barely get her breath. How could she resist him? He was going to interfere in her work in Royal, interfere in her life, stir up trouble and make her want him. The last part scared her. She didn’t want Aaron involved too soon because he was a man who was accustomed to taking charge and to having things his way.

                Watching him, she gave herself to dancing around the floor with him, to looking into brown eyes that held desire and a promise of kisses, to doing what he said—having fun and forgetting the problems for just a few minutes. The problems wouldn’t go away, but she could close her mind to them long enough to dance with Aaron and have a relaxing evening.

                As they danced the beat quickened. Smiling, she shut her mind to everything except dancing and music and a drumming beat that seemed to match her heartbeat. The problems would be waiting, but for a few minutes, she pushed them aside.

                Her gaze lowered to Aaron’s mouth and her own lips parted. Having him close at hand stirred up memories she had been trying to forget. If only she could go back and undo that night with him, to stop short at kissing him.

                The dance ended and when a ballad began he held her hand to draw her closer.

                “Aaron, I thought we were going to have one dance and then go order dinner,” she said, catching her breath.

                “I can’t resist this. I’ve been wanting to dance with you and hold you close.”

                The words thrilled her, scared her and tormented her. They danced together and she was aware of pressing lightly against him and moving in step with him. Memories of being in his arms became more vivid. His aftershave was faint but she recalled it from before. Too many things about him were etched clearly in her memory, which hadn’t faded any in spite of her efforts to try to avoid thinking about him.

                The minute the song ended, she stepped away and smiled. “Now, we’ve danced. Let’s go order so we get dinner tonight.”

                “There, that’s good to see you relax a little and laugh and smile. That’s more the way I remember you.”

                “I think you just wanted to get your way.”

                “No. If I just wanted to get my way, we wouldn’t be here right now. We’d be upstairs in my room.”

                She laughed and shook her head, trying to make light of his flirting and pay no attention to it.

                At their table she looked over the menu. She selected grilled salmon this time and sipped her cold water while Aaron drank a beer.

                “See, it’s good to let go of the problems for at least a brief time. You’ll be more help to others if you can view things with a fresh perspective.”

                “I haven’t done much of this. The calls for help have been steady although it’s not like it was at first. We’ve had some really good moments when families found each other. That’s a triumph and joy everyone can celebrate. And it’s touching when pets and owners are reunited. Those are the good moments. Frankly, I’ll be ready to have my peace and quiet back.”