“Looks like we’ll have lots to talk about…later,” he says. “If you haven’t eaten all day, you must be very hungry.”
“Starving.”
“Do you like steak?”
“Love it.”
“Because I happen to know a place where they make the best steaks in town.”
“Seriously? That would be absolute heaven. But do you think we’d be able to get a reservation this late?”
“No problem at all. The chef happens to be a great friend of mine.”
Heather downs the remaining contents of her glass and pushes herself to her feet. “Then what are we waiting for?”
He laughs, his hand curling around her slender waist. “My sentiments exactly.”