“Pardon?”
“I might have let you be, but you laughed.”
Oh Lord.
I didn’t feelthatin mycoochie.
But I felt it.
Oh yeah, I felt it.
“Marcus—”
He cut me off.“To your friend.But I’ll leave a man, andwhen you’re ready, he’ll be outside the dressing room and he’ll escort you toyour car.”
“That isn’t necessary.”
“I know you think that.But you’re wrong.”
We did more staring until I sighed and mumbled, “Right.”
I moved to the door.
He opened it for me.
He followed me down the stairs and at the bottom he put hishand again to my back as he escorted me to Chardonnay.
When we got to the dressing room, Ashlynn was there, too.
He left me there with only a murmured, “Ladies.”
But he gave me a look that was a promise.
Hell.
He closed the door behind him.
“Okay, he totally scares me but I’d be on my back in aboutasecondand my dreams of med school that I’ve had since I was twelve I’dtotally blow off if that guy wanted to make me his moll, and I don’t give onecrap what that says about me,” Chardonnay breathed the second the door latched.
“He just plain scares me,” Ashlynn said, staring at me.
I ignored her and looked to Chardonnay.
“Girl, go rinse out that G-string and give it to me.Igottaget home.I got some glue gunning to do.”
Chardonnay shook herself out of it, grinned at me, waggledher eyebrows, and then sashayed to the bathroom.
I took in a deep breath.
And then I let it go.
And I let it go sliding Marcus Sloan’s card in the backpocket of my jeans.
Chapter Four
Steel Magnolias
Daisy
