A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [122]
“Believe me, neither do I. A trip to the emergency room with no ID would be a nightmare.” Finally she stood on the sidewalk. “People are staring,” she murmured.
“Really?” He glanced around and noticed that they were indeed the object of much curiosity. “Sheesh, you’d think they’d never seen a runaway bride before.”
Pris laughed. “Earlier today I felt guilty as hell for insisting on you as the limo driver, but…I’m glad you’re here.”
Josh warned himself not to put too much importance on that statement. But he must have, anyway, because his heart gave a lurch and started pumping faster.
“In fact, I’m very glad,” she said, giving him a melting look.
He gulped. A look like that always used to mean they were about to have some outstanding sex.
CHAPTER EIGHT
AS PRIS MADE her way toward the women’s bathroom, she smiled at the gawkers, amazed at how little they bothered her. Funny how that worked. She’d always avoided making scenes of any kind, and now that she’d made a huge scene by running out on her wedding, she felt free to do almost anything.
But when she wedged herself into a tiny stall, she had to amend that. She felt mentally free, but physically, she was dragging around a lot of excess clothing. At least she could get rid of the silk garter. She slipped it off and hung it on the hook behind the door.
She wondered if Josh would be interested in helping her ditch the rest of her wedding finery. She shouldn’t be thinking in those terms, but maybe she could be forgiven. For six months she’d gone without sex, believing that tonight was the night.
Maybe it still could be. She wondered if Josh was seeing anybody. But even if he wasn’t, and assuming he wanted to go along, there were risks. She’d been hooked on him before and she didn’t want to get hooked on him again.
No, it was a foolish idea. She grabbed the garter before she left the stall. After washing her hands and glancing in the mirror to check her hair, she tossed the garter in the trash on her way out the door.
JOSH TURNED ON the heater and let the limo’s engine idle after he parked in the truck zone. With evening coming on, the inside of the limo was getting chilly. However, he wasn’t chilly in the least, especially when he thought of how Pris had looked at him.
By the time she came out of the bathroom, though, he’d decided that sex with her would be a bad idea for many reasons. She had to be emotionally vulnerable, and that was a bad time to get involved. As for him, he was afraid he was still in love with her. Yeah, sex would be a big mistake.
He drove the car over to meet her, hopped out and went around to open the back door. “All set?”
“Much better, thanks.” She hesitated by the open door. “Do you think I could ride in front with you? We could talk more easily, and I wouldn’t feel so strange, being back there by myself.”
“Sure. We’ll have to stuff your dress in, but it should work.”
She slapped her forehead. “I should have taken my slips off while I was in the bathroom. That would help a lot. Oh, well, I’ll do it now.”
“Now?” The Pris he knew would never consider taking off undergarments in the middle of a parking area.
“Just let me scoot around behind the car door, and you can block me from the other direction. Besides, I’ve already made a spectacle of myself. This’ll just give them all a better story to tell.”
“Okay.” Which is how Josh ended up watching Pris shimmy out of three petticoats. He wondered if she realized how much the movement made the tops of her breasts quiver above the low neckline of her dress. Finally he had to look down at the pavement to keep his erection under control.
“There.” She tossed the petticoats into the back of the limo. “I should fit in the front seat much better now.”
She used to fit him like a glove. He swallowed and opened the front-passenger door. “In you go.”
She glanced up as she tucked herself into the car. “You can take off that cap if you want, Josh. It’s only me.”
“Yeah, but you’re paying for a chauffeured limo. That rates a cap.”
She held his gaze. “Then let