Carter drove in silence until they hit the interstate. All Eliza could focus on was his hard profile. Strong jaw, and sexy mouth with that slightly swollen lip.
She shuddered, thinking of the pain.
“Why?”
She sucked in a deep breath, let it out slow. There wasn’t a need to ask what he was referring to. Why were they in that bar to begin with? Why had she taken Lady Gwen, a sheltered debutant from the ball and to a bar? “We wanted to blow off some steam.”
“Doesn’t the hotel have a bar?”
“Yes. Perfectly safe and boring,” she told him. “Gwen wanted more.”
“Gwen doesn’t know what she wants. She could have been hurt.”
Eliza glanced at her hands in her lap covering her purse. “Gwen was starting to believe that all cowboys were gentlemen because they say ma’am and pull out her chair. If she didn’t go to that bar with me, she’d have gone alone.”
“And you helped her, how?”
“If you hadn’t shown up and distracted me, I’d have kept her from leaving with that guy.” Her voice rose and anger bubbled to the surface.
Carter huffed and signaled to leave the freeway.
“Why were you there anyway?” she asked.
“To keep both of you from becoming part of tomorrow’s headlines. Looks like Neil and I showed up just in time.” Carter’s hands clutched the steering wheel as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. He bypassed the valet and opted to self park.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“The guy with his hands all over you was a drug dealer. Did you know that?”
She knew about tattoos. Knew of their meaning. “Small town at best.” Not that she’d given any attention to the guy when he showed up at their table. In fact when he sat down, Eliza was ordering coffee so she and Gwen could make their way out of there. She suspected the guys around her realized none of them were going to get laid, so tension started to fill the room. She was on the verge of making their excuses when Carter showed up and dragged her onto the dance floor.
“Small town. That’s all you have to say on the matter?” Carter pissed wasn’t a happy look. His jaw was so tight and his eyes narrowed to slits so small that stickpins would have bounced off him.
Instead of giving him more, Eliza shoved herself out of the car and slammed the door.
She made it two yards from the car when Carter spun her around for the second time that night. “Admit you were wrong and I’ll let it go.”
The hell!
They stood there facing each other, toe-to-toe, glaring.
She took a few breaths, refusing to give in. If he thought he could wait her out, he was going to be sooo sorry. No one did the silent treatment better than she did.
“God you’re stubborn.”
“Don’t forget it,” she told him.
His grip loosened and something in his eyes shifted. His voice softened. “You could have been hurt.”
“You mean Gwen could have been hurt.”
His gaze traveled from her eyes to her lips and awareness ignited. “Her, too,” he all but whispered.
From the look in his eyes, Gwen hadn’t been his concern.
His fingers ran up her arm and sparks flared from his touch. His switch from anger to fear sucked the air from her lungs and left her light-headed. His lips moved, as if he said something to himself as he started to close the space between them. She knew he was going to kiss her. A colossal mistake to be sure, but she couldn’t stop him, didn’t want to. She held perfectly still and waited for his touch.
His cell phone rang from inside his pocket and cracked the tension like an ice cube hitting hot water. “Dammit,” he uttered.
Eliza backed away and shook her head as he reached for his pocket.
“What?” he barked into the phone. “Yes. No… sonofabitch.”
The color from Carter’s face faded. He ran his free hand through his sandy blond hair, making him look even sexier.
She really shouldn’t be thinking of him as sexy.
“Yeah. You know what to do.” He hung up his phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Apparently tonight’s little party is all over the social media. That was my campaign manager.”
“Oh, no.” That couldn’t be good. Men were tossed out of elections on less.
“More than oh, no. C’mon, I need to get you inside so I can go do damage control.”
Every step into the hotel was riddled with guilt. What happened to the walls she’d worked so hard to build? Eliza attempted to mask her feelings and hoped Carter couldn’t see through her slipping façade.
He shoved her into the penthouse suite without a word. He took one look at Gwen, pointed at her, and said, “Next time you want to go out, take Neil.” Then he pivoted on his heel and slammed the door behind him.
It’s all my fault
****
The door to the penthouse shut, and Gwen shot to her feet. “I’ve never had so much fun in my entire life.”
Eliza stared at her, speechless. “What?”
“First those cowboys. So cute. And the beer. I didn’t think I’d like beer. My mother told me it tasted like dirty bathwater and that ladies didn’t drink beer. And the dancing…my word I’ve not danced that way, ever.” Gwen paced the room, her voice raised at least an octave as she rushed her words, one on top of the other.
Eliza shook her head. “Are you crazy? Neil saved your not so virginal ass from that jerk in the parking lot.”