“I’m not going to shut up for them, so how about I fix this problem?” Beck stood and approached the nosy pair lingering over after-dinner coffee—and the show. “Hi, folks. You seem like a great couple. My friend and I will be happy to buy your dinner if you’ll leave the dining room right now so we can be alone with our girl.”
The older man stood. “Let’s go, Gladys.”
“I wasn’t done.”
“You are now. Dinner is free, and we have coffee at home.” Her husband tugged her to her feet.
“Thank you.” Beck nodded. “Have a nice night.”
The man stroked his gray beard and glanced at Seth, who had thrown a possessive arm around Heavenly’s shoulders and now skimmed his fingertips over her goosefleshed skin. “Um…you, too.”
As the couple exited, the woman looked down her nose at Heavenly. Beck didn’t waste his energy on her, just plucked the bill off their table and made his way back to his own with a satisfied smile. “Now we’re alone.”
She gaped at him. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“They were making you uncomfortable.”
“And now they’re not.” Seth reached up to high-five him. “Good job.”
Heavenly rolled her eyes, but he saw amusement light up her face. “You’re both crazy.”
“About you, yes,” Beck returned. “Now let me see the shoes.”
She shifted slightly to face him, one knee crossed over the other. Her skirt rode high on her thighs as she dangled her top leg. “Happy?”
“We will be if you let us take you to bed while you’re wearing nothing but these.” Beck cupped her stiletto in his hand.
“Amen.” Seth cradled her hip and kissed his way up her nape.
“You’re both incorrigible.” She shivered…but she didn’t object.
“And proud of it. You like it, too, don’t you?” Beck feathered his lips up her thigh.
She closed her eyes and exhaled, head tipping back.
“We’ll take that as a yes,” Seth murmured in her ear.
The waitress approached, juggling a trio of plates and wearing a too-bright smile. “Here are your appetizers.” She set them down, then refilled their water glasses from a pitcher on a nearby sideboard. “Would you like to order now?”
So they could keep the distractions to a minimum, absolutely. “She’ll have the lobster and scallops. I’ll take the filet, medium rare. Baked potato loaded.”
“I’ll have what he’s having.” And by Seth’s leer at Heavenly, he clearly didn’t just mean the food.
Tisha’s eyes held a speculative gleam, but she said nothing. “Of course. Anything else?”
“Privacy.” Seth smiled politely, but his voice held sharp authority.
“Of course.” The woman left immediately.
Heavenly didn’t notice anything except the steaming hot cheese curds. “You remembered!”
“I remember everything you say.” Beck smiled.
She plucked one off the plate, then turned his way. “Should that flatter or worry me?”
Seth laughed as he reached for a breaded bite and popped one in his mouth. “Both.”
Heavenly dipped hers in ranch, then ate it with a decidedly sensual moan. “Oh, that’s so good. Hmm…”