Chablis。〃
Anne didnt know what to say to that; but his good humor was infectious。
She relaxed in his arms and rested her hands on his chest。
〃How about it?〃 he coaxed softly。 〃New Years Eve here?〃
〃I dont know; Mitch。 This thing is so bizarre。〃
〃Are you afraid?〃 His hands drew light circles on her back。
〃A little。〃
〃Of me?〃
She was acutely aware of the swell of his broad chest beneath her palms。
〃No。〃 She eyed the ribbed pattern of his sweater; and whispered; 〃Of
me。〃
〃You have nothing to fear; Annie;〃 he assured her gently。 He took her
chin with his fingers and tipped up her face。 It was the closest
physically that theyd been since that first day。 〃I know what my own
needs are right now; and they dont include making things harder for
you。 By helping you through New Years; I may just help myself; so
theres a selfish motive involved。〃
She nearly drowned in the deep; deep green of his eyes。
〃So; what do you say?〃 he asked。
〃I say this is starting to sound like a Neil Simon script。〃 She wanted
reassurance that meeting again was right。 She wanted him to say; Theres
reason why that script made millions for the guy; its a damned good
plot; it makes a whole lot of sense。
But Mitch only shrugged。 Dropping his arms; he moved back。 〃Its your
choice。 Ill be here anyway。〃
She hated the sudden sound of indifference; but it made it easier to
leave。 When he opened the door; she slipped behind the wheel。
〃Drive carefully;〃 he said。
〃I will。〃 Backing the car around; she straightened the wheel。 She gave
Mitch a last; longing glance before putting a foot on the gas。 The car
had barely moved forward when his voice echoed in the winter wood。
〃Hey; wait!〃
She braked。 His long…legged gait quickly brought him alongside the car。
His breath misted the air when he leaned into the window。
〃Dont forget to pack a dress。 Well be going out。〃 He grinned and
popped a featherlight kiss on the tip of her nose。 〃Now; go; before the
snow gets here。〃
She went。
Thanksgiving wasnt nearly as bad as Anne had expected。 She spent it at