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known better, he would have sworn he heard her sigh—a soft, breathy sound that meant she liked his touch.
    That it turned her on. That she wanted more. Right here. Right now.
    For a split second, he inched toward her nipple puckered beneath the slick material of her halter top. He wanted desperately to slide his fingers beneath the plunging neckline and tease the ripe tip…
    Slow down.
    She was not the sort of girl to get busy on the dance floor in front of half the damned town. She was a good girl. Tame rather than wild. He had to slow down and behave himself.
    His eyes popped open. He eased his hold and drew back to a respectable distance.
    “What’s wrong?” She stared up at him, her green eyes glittering beneath the swirl of colored dance-hall lights. Her forehead wrinkled and he had the sudden urge to reach up and smooth the lines away with his fingertip. “Austin?” Surprise turned to concern. “Are you okay?”
    “Um, yeah. I just think we need to slow things down a little.”
    Instead of smiling because he was being a proper gentleman, she frowned. “I think things were going just fine.”
    “We were moving too fast. Way too fast. I don’t like fast.”
    “Since when?” She eyed him. “You were always racing around on your motorcycle, burning rubber down Main Street, and burning up the sheets with some lucky girl afterward.”
    “How do you know I burned up the sheets?”
    She stared up at him, a knowing look in her wide green eyes. Not a plain old grass green at all, but a deep, vibrant shade of jade that glittered and teased and dared him when she smiled.
    Like now.
    “Word gets around. You definitely liked fast.”
    “The only thing fast in my life now is my cutting horse. Speaking of which—” he checked his watch “—I have to be up early and it’s getting late.” He pinned her with a stare. “Way past your bedtime if memory serves me.” She’d always been bright eyed in the morning. Always well rested from a full night’s sleep while he’d been barely able to keep his eyes open in class.
    “That was before I realized what I was missing.” She gestured toward the table of women, their drinks raised in a toast. She waved. “The party’s just getting started.”
    “I never figured you for a party girl.”
    “Oh, I love parties!”
    “Since when?”
    “Since I left this hole-in-the-wall town and realized what I was missing.”
    “A vicious hangover the morning after?”
    “Hours of fun the night before.” Her eyes sparkled with meaning and his body throbbed. “Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy. At least finish the dance before you call it a night.” She stepped up against him and twined her arms around his neck again.
    He drew a deep breath and resisted the urge to pull her close and show her what she could do with her fuddy-duddy. Instead, he anchored his hands on her waist and did his damnedest to ignore the heat seeping into his fingertips and the sweet scent teasing his nostrils.
    “So how are the libraries in Dallas?” he blurted, eager to prove that she was still the girl he remembered.
    She’d loved the library. She’d spent every afternoon sitting in the corner with her nose buried in a book, a muffin beside her, while life at Cadillac High had passed her by. “Huge, I bet. Fully stocked with everything from Madame Bovary to The Life and Times of Marie Curie. ” He recited two of the books he’d seen her with way back when.
    “Actually, I’ve never been to a library in Dallas. I’m too busy.”
    “You probably spend all your time in your lab. You were always holed up in the chemistry room when you weren’t in the library.”
    “I do spend a lot of time at work, but not just in the lab. I’ve got marketing meetings and product demonstrations, and I do try to take time off to have fun.”
    He remembered the so-called social activities she and her geeky friends had engaged in on Friday and Saturday nights when everyone else had been at football games or out