“I had some experience last night. I’ll coach you. First thing is to sit out the dances.”
He steered her to a booth at the side of the room, choosing the one with the dimmest light. Then he went through practically the same routine as he had the preceding night with Trixie Thompson. Nell played up gamely.
She sipped at the coke he bought for her. He moved up closer to her. “We’ve got to make things look right,” he said and slipped his arm about her waist.
For a moment her body was stiff, but then it relaxed and Bowers drew her close. She was deliciously soft. His pulse quickened.
“A kiss might make it look even better,” he suggested.
She turned and planted a sticky kiss on his lips. He wiped away the rouge from his lips and grinned at her. “Nice work if you can get it regular,” he chu
