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little too much, she didn’t really care.
     
    As the party adjourned to the drawing room for coffee and more conversation, she was flattered when both Dennis and Frank tried to take her hand to escort her into the drawing room.
     
    “That will not be necessary,” a deep voice said from behind the three of them.
     
    Sophie turned and smiled dreamily up at Jason who stood several inches taller than both men. “Hello, Jason. Did you like the fish?” she asked.
     
    Both Frank and Dennis chuckled softly although Sophie didn’t understand the joke.
     
    “Thank you, gentlemen, but I think I can escort my wife myself,” he said. Was it just Sophie’s imagination or did he put extra emphasis on the word ‘wife’?
     
    Regardless, both men backed away from her immediately and Jason pulled her arm through his. Sophie was so relaxed, she leaned against his strong arm and sighed. Fifteen minutes later, she no longer felt very relaxed. In fact, she was feeling very hot and uncomfortable. Jason had his arm around her waist and his thumb was rubbing against her side. He also had her plastered against the side of his body and wouldn’t let her put even an inch of space between them.
     
    She tried to listen to the couple in front of them but had to put the coffee cup down onto the table beside her. It was rattling too much because her hand was shaking. Jason had moved his hand to her neck and casually rubbed the tense muscles, every once in a while, his finger touched her ear lobe as if by accident, but Sophie knew from experience that Jason knew exactly where to touch her to make her shiver. And he was doing it now.
     
    This was very odd since Jason had never touched her in public before. First at the house while putting her coat on and now this, with several people looking on. It was a very odd experience and one that Sophie was unable to move away from, even if she wanted to. But she knew she didn’t want to. No matter what had been wrong with the rest of their lives, Jason had been able to make her resistance melt with just a simple touch. Right now, her body was on fire for him and all he was doing was touching her neck and ear lobe.
     
    She supposed she was smiling at all the appropriate times during the conversation because the woman was not slowing down. Sophie knew the older woman was describing her grandchildren’s latest antics but if tested, Sophie would be hard pressed to even remember the names, much less any incident the woman was relating.
     
    “Please excuse us, Maltilda,” Jason said once the woman stopped to take a breath. “I can see that my wife is feeling tired and I should be getting her home to bed,” he said with a gracious smile.
    “Yes, of course. I can see that she’s overly tired.” And without another word, Matilda pulled her husband along to discuss her grandchildren with another couple.
     
    “I’ll make our excuses to Dorothy. Can you wait here?” he asked, looking down into her eyes.
     
    Sophie understood his message and it terrified her. “No, I’m not ready to leave,” she said nervously.
     
    “Yes, you are,” he replied firmly. Without another word, he moved off to speak with Dorothy McCay who immediately walked over to where Sophie stood, rooted to the floor.
     
    “Sophie, it was so nice to see you again. I’m grateful you were able to make it tonight. Frank and Dennis are still talking about you,” she said with an odd look on her face. “Whatever did you talk about during dinner?” she asked.
     
    Sophie was almost wringing her hands in nervousness as to why Jason wanted to leave so quickly. So she couldn’t remember anything that was said during dinner although less than an hour had passed since they’d all left the dining room. “Oh, this and that,” she finally said.
     
    Dorothy was not convinced but she relented at Jason’s obvious impatience to leave. Sophie wanted to stay but she also noticed other people getting up and saying their goodbyes as