Genevieve staggered down the street in the dead of night, weaving left and right. She nearly toppled over when a strong hand steadied her.
"Watch it sweetie, I promised Thomas I'd get you home in one piece."
Genevieve turned and smiled.
"Mon cher he'll be so grateful for that, and so am I. After that awful incident at the club tonight, I'm not sure I'm safe."
Genevieve grinned as if she found the idea of attracting such uninvited passion exciting.
"You leave Jock to me. He needs to learn to behave himself."
Genevieve threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek.
"Douglas my white knight, my protector. I can always depend on you to bring me home safe. I don't know what is wrong with those other men. They always want something from me. They want me! But not you, mon amie. I can always rely on you to do the right thing."
Doug looked into her eyes with a growing sense of alarm in his stomach. He swiftly stepped back, causing Genevieve to lurch forward.
"Oops!"
Doug caught her by the arm before she fell and set her walking in the right direction.
"We'd best get you home."
