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Charlie’s arm.
    “Jeez, Deidre! Where have you been?”
    Her guarded look made him nod in silent understanding. She turned her attention to Dave who waited for an explanation.
    “Had to go outside to get a breath of fresh air. Can I have the keys to your truck for a moment, Charlie?”
    “Sure.” He dug them out of his pocket.
    She reached over and squeezed Dave’s hand. “Save the next dance for me.” His hand repeated her action, but he seemed reluctant to release his hold. She leaned over and kissed his cheek to both her brother’s and his surprise as both their mouths dropped slightly. “Be back in a moment.”
    “Maybe I should go with you,” Dave said.
    She shook her head. “Ladies’ business.” She hoped Charlie would set Dave’s mind to rest. He could tell tall tales better than she could.
    She hurried outside. Rotating police lights colored the parking area similar to the disco lights swirling inside the club.
    “She’s the one!” the woman shouted, pointing her finger at Deidre.
    “Miss.” The police officer walked over to her. “This woman says you took the knife from her ex-fiancé, and he ran back into the field behind the club.”
    “Yes.”
    “How did you—”
    “My brother taught me some Kung Fu.”
    He shook his head. “You know you could’ve been injured or killed? You shouldn’t have taken—”
    She had heard the lecture countless times before, and the rest of his words fell on deaf ears. Could she have let the woman die? No.
    After taking her name and address, the policeman closed his book. “Well, I guess if that’s all there is here, you can go, miss.”
    She faced the entrance to the dance club. Had Charlie said the right words to ease Dave’s mind, without giving her away?
    Or was she in for a lot more questioning?

Chapter 5
     
     
    A wild rock-and-roll tune lifted the roof but as Deidre walked inside, the tune shifted, the tempo slowing. To her surprise, Dave stood near the entrance and hurried to escort her to the floor once he caught sight of her.
    “We were really worried about you, Deidre.” Dave allowed her a few seconds of space before he drew her close.
    That’s what she craved—the closeness. To feel his heartbeat next to hers. To see his dark eyes searching hers with longing. She wanted him to need her, too, but only for as long as the music twisted their bodies in synchronized rhythm. She shuddered to think of him up close and personal in the quiet of her home. Slipping between her satin sheets, his body sliding over hers.
    She didn’t want to release him even when the music stopped. He leaned over and kissed her lips. The music began again, and she danced with him like that the rest of the night. Whether the pace picked up or slowed down, he led her and she followed, move for move. She belonged to him…for the moment, and she cherished the feeling.
    They didn’t leave the club until it closed early the next morning. Marilyn rested her head against Charlie’s shoulder as he drove back to Deidre and Dave’s apartment complex while New Age music from the CD player drifted to the backseat.
    Dave wrapped his arm around Deidre’s shoulder and rested his head against hers as she leaned against his chest. He wasn’t such a bad guy after all, despite being a reporter. In fact, this had turned out to be the nicest time she’d ever spent with a guy.
    He took her hand in his. His fingers worked over hers with a gentle caress. She enjoyed the warm, smooth texture of his fingertips as they worked their enchantment.
    How many times had he done the same to some other woman, only to work his way into her bed? She stiffened, and he rubbed her shoulder and kissed her head. What did it matter? She relaxed. He wasn’t getting into her bed, no matter how good he made her feel so she could still enjoy the moment.
    Upon arriving at the apartment complex, Charlie dropped Deidre and Dave off. He’d undoubtedly swing by the restaurant to pick up Ms. Johnson’s car.