Chapter 24

“This bothers you?” he asked. Most women of his acquaintance would find a car a very appropriate birthday gift.

Her pansy eyes focused back on him. “No. Not really. Well, except that I don’t drive, but that’s not the point. It’s just that I think he’s trying to make up for something.”

“Perhaps he regrets spending so little time with you through your formative years.” Dash said.

Her soft, feminine laughter affected his libido in a most unexpected way.

“He had the housekeeper take me out to dinner for my birthday after having the car delivered by the dealership.” She said.

That was hardly a suitable gift for a young woman who did not even know how to drive. She could kill herself her first time behind the wheel. He would have to speak to Patchett about making sure she had received proper driving instruction before she w