Chapter Fourty Three
She put her hand out. “Thank you for an interesting evening. The food was wonderful and you could charge admission on the view from your terrace.” She said.
She said nothing about the company and he felt the urge to smile at her spirit in spite of his anger.
He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, used it to pull her into his body, so he could walk her inside. “I will take you to your room.”
Her small body was stiff in his hold. “I won’t argue because it won’t do me any good to tell you I would rather walk alone.” She said.
His lips twisted wryly. “You have said it.”
“And it didn’t do me any good.”
“I would be a poor escort if I did not see you to your door.” he said.
“Cro-Magnon man has nothing on you for primitive.” Tess replied.
“Good manners are the mark of civilization, not the lack of it.”