She shrugged. "I don't know. It makes me really self-conscious."
He looked at the dress, then at her, as if he were imagining her in it. "Yeah, you're probably right. Too many guys would ogle you, then I'd have to hurt them."
He was serious. Amazed by that, Bride arched her brows as she took the dress from him and returned it to the rack.
Vane watched her closely as her scent wrapped around him. The thought of her in that dress He was so aroused by her that it was all he could do to stand here and not leap.
He stared at the bared flesh of her neck, wanting to press his lips there and taste that delectable skin.
In the wild, he wouldn't have hesitated to pull her to him and kiss her until she begged him for mercy. But the humans he'd seen didn't behave that way.
There were protocols to courtship that he wasn't sure about.
She turned toward him.
Vane looked away, afraid she could sense how badly he wanted her. How uncertain he was.
In his realm, a timid wolf was a dead one. In the human realm Did timid win or lose? Damn, he should have paid more attention.
"So how about that dinner?" he asked, trying the middle ground between timid and forceful. "Want me to give you a couple of hours to get the movers straightened out and then come back?"
She bit her lip. "I don't know."
"Please?"
She nodded, then blushed prettily.
For some reason he couldn't explain, he felt like howling in triumph. He reached for the dress on the rack and pulled the skirt of it out. "Would you wear this?" he asked hopefully.
Bride looked at it doubtfully, but the expression on his face made her reach out for it. He'd been so nice to her so far "Only if you swear you won't laugh at me in it."
His look seared her. "I would never laugh at you."
She swallowed at the fierce tremor that went through her at the deep sincerity of his words. He really was too sexy for his own good. "Okay. What time will you be back?"
He checked the time on his cell phone. "Six?"
"It's a date."
The satisfied look on his face sent an unfamiliar thrill through her. Bride, don't. The last thing you need is to have your heart broken by Mr. Bodacious.
Maybe he would be different.
Or maybe he'll be worse.
She wouldn't know unless she took a chance.
Breathing in deeply, she took the dress from his hands. Bride McTierney had never been a timid woman. Occasionally she'd been stupid, such as when she'd let Taylor use her, but never cowardly.
Bride met life head-on and she wasn't going to be afraid with Vane. "Six o'clock," she repeated. "I'll see you shortly," Vane said. He bent down and laid an extremely chaste kiss on her cheek.
Even so, it warmed her every bit as much as a fullblown caress. Bride watched as he made his way out of her store.
Outside, he actually paused to look back at her and smile before he put his sunglasses on.
Hissing at the splendid sight of him, she watched as he started the bike, then rode it off the sidewalk, into the street.
"Oh please, Vane," she whispered under her breath. "Don't break my heart, too."