Where had that come from? Why did he have to spoil a perfectly good evening by becoming so obnoxious and overprotective? She hooked the straps of her sandals through her fingers and thought back to their interchange in the dinning room. Perhaps she had pushed him too far or behaved irresponsibly. She’d just been playing games, flirting, but obviously she’d overstepped some invisible mark. After their camaraderie of the afternoon, she’d thought they were on the way to becoming friends. She swallowed down the memory of his washboard stomach plastered to his wet T-shirt, wishing she had been more careful walking on the cobblestones in high heels. Two glasses of champagne hadn’t rendered her incapable of driving.Within a few moments, Tom drove around the corner and parked his car alongside hers. He leaned over and opened the passenger door for her.“Tom, this really isn’t necessary. I haven’t had too much to drink, and I’m quite capable of driving home. Please don’t put yourself out.”“Just get in.
