Instead of agreeing to that as he expected, she shook her head; then she cleared her throat and said, "No. I'll manage on my own tomorrow, but thank you for your help and it was nice meeting you again, Mr. Thompson."
She was sulking, Liam decided, and because he couldn't stand women who sulked, he was perversely pleased to discover she was one of them. Except that when she turned around and looked at him, he realized she wasn't sulking at all.
Smiling softly, she said, "Goodbye. And thank you for a lovely, memorable evening. I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world."
Liam was so disarmed by her expression and what she said that he reversed his earlier decision about the best way to end the evening. "It doesn't have to end now," he pointed out.
"Yes, it does."
