Sultry. Mary Baxter Lynn

before she could find the wherewithal to turn, walk out the door and make her way home.

      Now, as she jerked herself back to the moment at hand, she frowned. Where was Mitch? That thought hadn’t done more than hit her when she heard a tap on the door.

      Mitch? No, that wouldn’t be him. There was no reason for him to come inside. Most likely it was her daddy, or Dolly. She got up, hurried across the room and jerked open the door, only to have the bottom drop out of her stomach.

      Mitch stood facing her.

      She tried to ignore the excitement that leapt through her veins. He smelled faintly of mint and sweat, and needed a shave.

      “Are you all right?” he asked, not bothering to mask the concern in those incredible eyes of his.

      “I’m fine,” she said, feeling dizzy.