There was no traffic at that time of night, which was a good thing, since the light must have changed a number of times before he realized we couldn’t stay there for the rest of the night.
I’d been totally unaware, which was unusual for me, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. I leaned back against the seat, watching as his elegant fingers enclosed the stick shift and threw the car into gear.
Tony came closer, and his nostrils twitched. “Do I smell English Leather on you? Whydo I smell English Leather on you?”
I just smiled at him. He could wait as long as he chose for a response, but it was my turn to not say anything.
He ran his gaze over me, and I turned away. I knew my hair was mussed and my lips had been kissed free of lipstick. I’d tucked my blouse into the waistband of my skirt, but I’d been too fumble-fingered to do a proper job of it.
“Did something happen that I should be made aware of?”