Biding Her Time. Wendy Warren

smiled at Audrey over the rim of her glass, and every head turned toward the tomboyish redhead.

      No! Shane thought, his gag reflex kicking in already. He’d explained the importance of these shows to his aunt. He was spending nearly the entirety of his personal savings on this trip. Audrey’s derogatory comments aside, he could not imagine anyone—honestly, not a single woman of his acquaintance—less suited to a job for which she had to be unstintingly polite, charming and feminine than Audrey Griffin. Jenna couldn’t mean—

      “I think Audrey will make an outstanding booth assistant, don’t you?” Jenna met each person’s eyes briefly, smiling brilliantly and arching a brow as if daring anyone to disagree.

      In that moment, Shane couldn’t possibly have disagreed. He was too busy choking.

      “Salmon bone,” he managed to gasp, thumping his chest as Jenna, looking alarmed, rose from her chair. Across the table, Thomas rose also and took a step in Shane’s direction. He tried to wave the help away. “I’m fine now.”

      They weren’t listening.

      Coughing into his napkin, he waved them off again, then realized that Melanie, too, had stood, her eyes round with panic. He followed her gaze.

      It was Audrey who needed help.

      Swearing, Shane leaped from his chair, shoving his aunt and uncle aside with an unfortunate lack of courtesy to get to her.

      Grasping Audrey’s shoulders, he turned her so that he could look fully into her face, now splotched a deep red.

      “Are you choking?” he shouted into her face, making the international choking sign and waiting for her to mimic him before he commenced the Heimlich maneuver.

      Instead of placing her hands at her neckline, she looked at him in panic and immediately reached for his neck, squeezing hard and nodding furiously.

      “Let… go…” he commanded, prizing her hands off and turning her so he could wrap his arms around her with his fist under her sternum. He administered two swift upward pushes.

      Nothing happened. Whatever had lodged in her airway had yet to budge.

      Shane could feel Audrey’s heart thundering like a dozen hooves and knew his was keeping pace.

      “Come on, baby, give it up,” he whispered in her ear right before he gave her diaphragm a shove that pulled her right off her feet.

      Out flew a piece of grilled asparagus.

      Impressed and enormously relieved, Shane released a breath and nodded. “Nicely done.”