And God, so hot. Tara had to suppress the urge to fan herself to cool off as Delaney approached.
When she reached the car, Delaney leaned on the driver’s side door and into the open window. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”
“Just got here, actually,” Tara said with a smile. “I got a little lost. Guess I don’t know Wildwood as well as I’d like to think I do.”
Delaney laughed. “So what you’re saying is I should drive?”
Tara shrugged. “I don’t mind…”
Slapping the car door, Delaney stood. “Then lock up. My Jeep’s around back.”
Of course she’d drive a Jeep. Tara turned on the car long enough to roll up the windows, then grabbed her purse off the passenger seat and got out. The heat took her breath away—or was it Delaney’s hand on her arm?
As they headed for the bar, or rather, for the employee lot behind it, Delaney moved closer. Her hand slipped down, over Tara’s wrist, to brush the back of Tara’s hand.