Tamed By Her Army Doc's Touch. Lucy Ryder

his jacket, but he covered her hands with his and drew the satin lapels together like a straitjacket. Maybe he meant it to be comforting but she just felt claustrophobic.

      “All right.” He chuckled indulgently. “We’ll do this your way. Why don’t we go to the bar for a drink? Then …” He waggled his eyebrows and Lilah had to bite her lip to keep from rolling her eyes. She wanted to tell him what he could do with his drink—and anything else he was considering—but then again if she agreed, she could say she had to go to the bathroom and then make a break for it.

      “Talk about what?”

      “Yeah, Webster,” a deep voice drawled from the inky shadows. It was so close that Lilah jolted and gave a little shocked gasp. She’d been so intent on escaping unscathed she hadn’t noticed anyone approaching.

      Luke materialized out of the dark looking big and dark and sinfully dangerous. “Talk about what?” he drawled, and Lilah wondered if she was the only one to detect the edge to his tone. His hair was rumpled as though he’d run his fingers through the thick strands. “About why you’re moving in on my date?”