"I kind of figured you wouldn't be too receptive to me pulling you into my arms back at the ranch. Chances are someone would be around to witness it. Isadore, most likely. You strike me as the shy type where embracing is concerned." He wanted to hold her. This wasn't just some outing to test his boundaries. She closed her eyes at the thought of being in Cody's embrace, feeling muscled arms that she knew were strong and reassuring. "I'm not shy," she said, swallowing the sudden lump stuck tight in her throat. He nodded once. "Good, because I plan on getting the chance to hold you a lot tonight. For starters, right here on this dance floor." "Do I have a say in any of this?" "I figure you had your say back at the ranch when you decided to come." He was smiling, something potent and telling. As if he could see just how flustered she was and was enjoying every bit of it. She jut out her chin ever so slightly. "What about Susan?" His brow knitted. "What about her?" "She might have a thing or two to say about it." "I couldn't imagine why." It was her turn to laugh.
