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to him as he jerked his head toward the street. "I'll walk you to your car." |
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D.J. nodded, anxious to get the evening over with, embarrassed to be so inept at the basic behavior required of a woman of the '90s. |
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"I'm right there," she said and pointed to her pickup, two cars in front of his bike. |
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"I see." Chris stopped and rested his hand on the chrome of the bike's nearest handlebar. "This wasn't such a good idea." He indicated the restaurant behind her with a slight movement of his head, keeping his eyes fixed on the blazing lights inside. "I've never been good at this sort of thing. I'm an embarrassment to the male race.'' He looked into D.J.'s face, his gaze catching hers and holding it. "Can we start over tomorrow? Business as usual?" |
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His admission so closely echoed her own thoughts, D.J. couldn't help but smile at him. His face softened from its tense mask, and the warmth in his brown eyes warmed her. If she let herself, she might even like this guy. |
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"Sure," she agreed, putting her hand out for a shake. "Business as usual sounds good to me. Shall we try eight o'clock at the station one more time? Try to stay out of the hospital tonight, would you?" |
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"I'll try." He took her hand, but he didn't shake it. Instead, McCall linked her fingers with his own and gave her hand a soft squeeze. He released her immediately, so fast D.J. had to wonder at the rush of heat running up her arm. Turning away, he threw a long leg over the bike and adjusted his helmet. |
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No further words passed between them. He |
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