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He walked her around the dance floor, to her amusement, teaching her how the basic steps were done. It wasn’t like those exotic tangos she’d seen in movies at first. It was like kindergarten was to education.
She followed his steps, hesitantly at first, then a little more confidently, until she was moving with some elegance.
“Now, this is where we get into the more exotic parts,” he said. “It involves little kicks that go between the legs.” He leaned to her ear. “I think we should have kids one day, so it’s very important that you don’t get overenthusiastic with the kicks. And you should also be very careful where you place them.”
It took her a minute to understand what he meant, and then she burst out laughing instead of being embarrassed.
He grinned. “Just playing it safe,” he told her. “Ready? This is how you do it.”
It was fascinating, the complexity of the movements and the fluid flow of the steps as he paced the dance to the music.
“It doesn’t look like this in most movies,” she said as she followed his steps.
“That’s because it’s a stylized version of the tango,” he told her. “Most people have no idea how it’s supposed to be done. But there are a few movies that go into it in depth. One was made in black and white by a British woman. It’s my favorite. Very comprehensive. Even about the danger of the kicks.” He chuckled.
“It’s Argentinian, isn’t it? The dance, I mean.”
“You’d have to ask my buddy about that, I’m not sure. I know there are plenty of dance clubs down there that specialize in tango. The thing is, you’re supposed to do these dances with strangers. It’s as much a social expression as it is a dance.”
“Really?”
He nodded. He smiled. “Maybe we should get a bucket and put all our spare change into it. Then, when we’re Red’s age, we might have enough to buy tickets to Buenos Aires and go dancing.”
She giggled. “Oh, I’m sure we’d have the ticket price in twenty or thirty years.”
He sighed as he led. “Or forty.” He shook his head. “I’ve always wanted to travel. I did a good bit of it in the service, but there are plenty of places I’d love to see. Like those ruins in Peru and the pyramids, and the Sonoran desert.”
She frowned. “The Sonoran desert isn’t exotic.”
He smiled. “Sure it is. Do you know, those Saguaro cacti can live for hundreds of years? And that if a limb falls on you, it can kill you because of the weight? You don’t think about them being that heavy, but they have a woody spine and limbs to support the weight of the water they store.”
“Gosh. How do you know all that?”
He grinned. “TheScience Channel,theDiscovery Channel,theNational Geographic Channel …”
She laughed. “I like to watch those, too.”
“I don’t think I’ve missed a single nature special,” he told her. He gave her a droll look. “Now that should tell you all you need to know about my social life.” He grinned.
She laughed, too. “Well, my social life isn’t much better. This is the first time I’ve been on a real date.”
His black eyebrows arched.
She flushed. She shrugged. She averted her eyes.
He tilted her face up to his and smiled with a tenderness that made her knees weak. “I heartily approve,” he said, “of the fact that you’ve been saving yourself for me, just like your uncle did,” he added outrageously.
She almost bent over double laughing. “No fair.”
“Just making the point.” He slid his arm around her and pulled her against him. She caught her breath.
He hesitated, his dark eyes searching hers to see if he’d upset her.
“My … goodness,” she said breathlessly.
He raised his eyebrows.
She averted her eyes and her cheeks took on a glow. She didn’t know how to tell him that the sensations she was feeling were unsettling. She could feel the muscles of his chest pressed against her breasts, and it was stimulating, exciting. It was a whole new experience to be held close to a man’s body, to feel its warm strength, to smell the elusive, spicy cologne he was wearing.
“You’ve danced with men before.”
“Yes, of course,” she confessed. She looked up at him with fascination. “But it didn’t, well, it didn’t … feel like this.”
That made him arrogant. His chin lifted and he looked down at her with possession kindling in his eyes.
“Sorry,” she said quickly, embarrassed. “I just blurt things out.”
He bent his head, so that his mouth was right beside her ear as he eased her into the dance. “It’s okay,” he said softly.
She bit her lip and laughed nervously.
“Well, it’s okay to feel like that with me,” he corrected. “But you should know that it’s very wrong for you to feel that way with any other man. So you should never dance with anybody but me for the rest of your life.”
She burst out laughing again.
He chuckled. “You’re a quick study, Jake,” he noted as she followed his steps easily. “I think we may become famous locally for this dance once you get used to it.”
“You think?” she teased.
He turned her back over his arm, pulled her up, and spun her around with skill. She laughed breathlessly. It was really fun.
“I haven’t danced in years,” he sighed. “I love to do it, but I’m not much of a party person.”
“I’m not, either. I’m much more at home in a kitchen than I am in a club.” She grimaced. “That’s not very modern, either, for a woman. I always feel that I should be working my way up a corporate ladder somewhere or immersing myself in higher education.”
“Would you like to be a corporate leader?”
She made a face. “Not really. Jobs like that are demanding, and you have to want them more than anything. I’m just not ambitious, I guess. Although,” she mused, “I think I might like to take a college course.”
“What sort?” he asked.
“Anthropology.”
He stopped dancing and looked down at her, fascinated. “Why?”
“I like reading about ancient humans, and how archaeologists can learn so much from skeletal material.
I go crazy over those National Geographic specials on Egypt.”
He laughed. “So do I.”
“I’d love to see the pyramids. All of them, even those in Mexico and Asia.”
“There are pyramids here in the States,” he reminded her. “Those huge earthen mounds that primitive people built were the equivalent of pyramids.”
She stopped dancing. “Why do you think they built them?”
“I don’t know. It’s just a guess. But most of the earthen mounds are near rivers. I’ve always thought maybe they were where the village went to get out of the water when it flooded.”
“It’s as good a theory as any other,” she agreed. “But what about in Egypt? I don’t think they had a problem with flooding,” she added, tongue in cheek.
“Now, see, there’s another theory about that. Thousands of years ago, Egypt was green and almost tropical, with abundant sources of water. So who knows?”
“It was green?” she exclaimed.
He nodded. “There were forests.”
“Where did you learn that?”
“I read, too. I think it was in Herodotus. They called him the father of history. He wrote about Egypt. He admitted that the information might not all be factual, but he wrote down exactly what the Egyptian priests told him about their country.”
“I’d like to read what he said.”
“You can borrow one of my books,” he offered. “I have several copies of his Histories.”
“Why?”
He grimaced. “Because I keep losing them.”
She frowned. “How in the world do you lose a book?”
“You’ll have to come home with me sometime and see why.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Is that an invitation? You know, ‘come up and see my books’?”
He chuckled. “No, it’s not a pickup line. I really mean it.”
“I’d like to.”
“You would?” His arm contracted. “When? How about next Saturday? I’ll show you my collection of maps, too.”
“Maps?” she exclaimed.
He nodded. “I like topo maps, and relief maps, best of all. It helps me to understand where places are located.”
She smiled secretively. “We could compare maps.”
“What?”
She sighed. “I guess we do have a lot in common. I think I’ve got half the maps Rand McNally ever published!”
Five
“Well, what do you know?” He laughed. “We’re both closet map fanatics.”
“And we love ancient history.”
“And we love shooting targets from the front porch.”
She glowered up at him.
He sighed. “I’ll try to reform.”
“You might miss and shoot Sammy,” she replied.
“I’m a dead shot.”
“Anybody can miss once,” she pointed out.
“I guess so.”
They’d stopped on the dance floor while the band got ready to start the next number. When they did, he whirled her around and they started all over again. Jillian thought she’d never enjoyed anything in her life so much.
Ted walked her to the front door, smiling. “It was a nice first date.”
“Yes, it was,” she agreed, smiling back. “I’ve never had so much fun!”
He laughed. She made him feel warm inside. She was such an honest person. She wasn’t coy or flirtatious. She just said what she felt. It wasn’t a trait he was familiar with.
“What are you thinking?” she asked curiously.
“That I’m not used to people who tell the truth.”
She blinked. “Why not?”
“Almost all the people I arrest are innocent,” he ticked off. “They were set up by a friend, or it was a case of mistaken identity even when there were eyewitnesses. Oh, and, the police have it in for them and arrest them just to be mean. That’s my personal favorite,” he added facetiously.
She chuckled. “I guess they wish they were innocent.”
“I guess.”
She frowned. “There’s been some talk about that man you arrested for the bank robbery getting paroled because of a technicality. Is it true?”
His face set in hard lines. “It might be. His attorney said that the judge made an error in his instructions to the jury that prejudiced the case. I’ve seen men get off in similar situations.”
“Ted, he swore he’d kill you if he ever got out,” she said worriedly.
He pursed his lips and his dark eyes twinkled. “Frightened for me?”
