19
Flustered and Fearless, Chained and Charming
Iris’s mind was reeling, her heart was thudding, her hands were wet and trembling. Her Savior. She couldn’t digest it all. Her mind and body were simultaneously on overload.
On top of all that, he sings like Caruso? Thoughts of his gaze on her while his velvet voice massaged her heart, her ear drums and every wee corner of her sensory system, made her knees weak.
“Are you coming, Iris?” The impatience in that voice implied that her mother had noticed, in the now empty hall, that Iris had tried unsuccessfully to get out of her seat three times. Damned if she wasn’t coming down with something. Lena would say she had “Love Legs.”
Once outside, her mother socialized with friends from her bridge and tennis clubs. Iris was relieved she was req
