Of course, being blind drunk didn’t help.” As soon as Jason mentioned the incident, the memories were back. Heather could see the scene in her mind. The short cut back from the pub to their cottages had seemed like a great idea right until the moment Rick had lost his footing and fallen into that mess. Moira, Jason and she had been torn between laughing until they’d cried and trying to help him up. Poor Rick had not been happy. “Oh, but we did have fun, didn’t we?” She picked up her coffee and looked at the handsome man across the table. There was no sign of his earlier anger and insecurity now. She was still worried about his strange behavior, but decided to let it go for now. The evening was too nice to allow her anxieties to spoil it. She’d been nervous before she met him for dinner, afraid the evening would be tense, but he’d been relaxed and affectionate. His kiss, when they met, had awoken every nerve ending in her body. She had loved his arm around her, his hand in the small of her back, when they walked to the restaurant.
