She felt a moment of kinship, and her lips curved upward, too. âI guess your tolerance for bullshit is as low as mine,â she said, her smile widening into a grin, and he laughed. It was an honest-to-God, throw-your-head-back laugh, and damn it, even that made her insides start jumping around again.
âI thought you were going to run right through the glass, you were in such a hurry to get out of there.â
âI donât know who is worse, the senator or his wife. They both gave me the creeps.â
âThat was pretty obvious, to everyone but them. Kai was trying to make himself invisible, but at the same time he didnât want to leave in case he missed some fireworks.â Richardâs tone turned neutralwhen he mentioned Kai, and Sweeney wondered if he knew about Candraâs affair with her assistant. That could certainly be the reason for the divorce; Richard didnât look like a man who would tolerate infidelity or try to âwork through itâ with marriage counseling sessions.
The first warning sprinkles of rain abruptly turned into a downpour, sending pedestrians scurrying for doorways or taxis; umbrellas bloomed like mushrooms. Sweeney loved the sound of rain anyway, but today it was particularly evocative, making her heart pound the way it did whenever she heard cello music or taps. A delicious chill suddenly prickled her skin, and she hugged herself.
âEdward, turn on the heat, please. Sweeney is cold.â
âOf course, sir.â
âIâm not really cold,â Sweeney denied, without knowing why. Her constant coldness was somehow embarrassing, a weakness she didnât want to acknowledge. âListening to the rain gave me goose bumps.â
âYou were shivering. Do you want to put my coat around you?â
There it was again, shaking her insides as if the San Andreas Fault ran right through her. He had been watching her closely enough to notice a small shiver. She didnât know which was more disturbing, that realization or the flood of warmth she felt at the thought of being draped in his coat, his body heat being transferred to her, his scent surrounding her. The warmth was welcome, but thereason behind it wasnât. At least her fascination with the commercial had ended when the ad was over. This strange awareness would end, surely, as soon as she got out of the car and away from Richard, but until then she had to guard against doing something stupid, like throwing herself into his arms. Wouldnât
that
raise Edwardâs eyebrows! It would probably raise her own, because if anything was out of character for her, throwing herself at a man ranked at the top of the list.
âSweeney?â Richard prompted, waving his hand in front of her again. He was smiling again, too. She wished he would stop doing both. One was annoying, and the other was downright disturbing.
âWhat?â
âDo you want my coat?â He was already shrugging out of it.
âOhâno, thank you. Iâm sorry, my thoughts wandered.â
âI noticed.â He smiled again, his dark eyes slightly heavy-lidded. Despite her refusal, he draped the coat over her.
She almost moaned in delight. It was just as she had imagined, so toasty warm she thought she might melt. She snuggled into the coat, pulling the fabric high around her face and unconsciously inhaling, drawing his scent into her lungs like a smoker taking the morningâs first drag.
âI had to do something to cover up that sweater,â he said by way of explanation, his tone amused.
âItâs cursed. Iâm going to burn it when I get home.â
âDonât bother. Itâs whatâs underneath thatâs doing the damage.â
Oh, God. He felt it, too.
The realization was like a punch in the stomach. She froze, unable to look at him, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. This wasnât just an aberration inspired by the red sweater. This