He sighed. "OK, so he kissed you and you didn't want him to. So did I. Maybe you feel like we both betrayed your trust.
It was something she hadn't thought of in that way. She did feel betrayed by Howard, but not by Yancey. It wasn't fair. The only difference was that she wanted Yancey to kiss her, not Howard. That and the fact that Howard had paid no attention to her while she was choking. Yet Yancey had been frightened at the very though of it. It didn't fit. Howard wasn't the one involved with drugs. And maybe Yancey wasn't either.
He was watching her intently, looking for some kind of response. She smiled.
"I suppose you're right. It was just a kiss." Leaning forward she reached up with one hand and cupped the back of his neck. It took little urging to bring his mouth down to hers. His lips were warm and responsive. It was intended as a short kiss, but it didn't work out that way. Finally she released him and leaned back to view his reaction.
They gazed into each other's eyes hungrily for a moment before she turned to the car, her pulse racing.
"Thank you for driving all that way to make sure I was safe. I'm glad you came, but I'm sorry to put you to the trouble."
"I like the way you say thank you." A twinkle of humor announced the real Yancey was home. "It was worth the trip."
Once she was in the car, he shut the door and leaned down to speak. "I'll follow you back to the house. Are you sure you can drive alright? We can leave your car here and come after it tomorrow."
"No, I'm alright."
"OK. I'll be right behind you . . . and drive slowly."