He and Daisy had spent their night, as usual, at Pearl’s and the Black Bear. But from the moment he’d first seen her, something had been different between them. It was as if there was an added charge in their attraction to each other, an extra current of electricity running between their bodies. He thought maybe it had to do with what Daisy was wearing, a sleeveless blouse and form-fitting blue jeans. She wasn’t in the habit of dressing seductively, and tonight was no exception, but her thin cotton blouse strained just slightly against the gentle curve of her breasts and showed off, too, an almost irresistible amount of her bare, creamy arms. And it wasn’t just Will who was feeling the attraction so intensely. Daisy was feeling it too. He’d held her a little too tightly when they’d danced, for instance, and she’d let him. And then she’d pressed herself against him in a suggestive way that she’d never done before. She’d even relaxed her “no kissing in public” rule and let him give her a couple of long, hungry kisses while they danced, swaying almost imperceptibly in the flickering lights of the Black Bear’s jukebox.
