You really didn't have to.” Silvana dug into her oversized purse. Her fingertips encountered the hard shell of a lipstick tube, some wadded tissues, and at least five pens, but no keys. She blew out a frustrated breath.Paul Miller leaned in, forcing Silvana to take a step back. “Now what would your mama have said if I'd let you brave the city streets at night all by yourself, hmm?"The sharp edge of the railing that fringed the top step of the three-floor walk-up pressed into Silvana's back. She looked up at her “date” with the most polite smile she could muster. “My mother and I both appreciate your concern, but I'm safe now.” She waited for him to take the hint. He didn't, so she added, “I'll tell her, you were a perfect gentleman."He inched a little closer yet, exuding confidence and charisma. So close she could smell the slight hint of tobacco on his clothes, even though she hadn't seen him light a cigarette all night. “What if I don't want to be a perfect gentleman?"Shit.
