small smile played around her lips at the reminder of their previous meeting.
“Even if I ask nosy questions?”
“I think we’ve passed that point in our relationship after last night.” He wasn’t going to pretend something significant hadn’t happened up there. “You have a job to do, and I respect that.”
That didn’t mean he had to like it.
“And you still want to have dinner?” she clarified, her professional mind clearly at work on the problem.
Sensing victory, he was surprised at the rush of pleasure he felt at the idea of spending an evening with her. She’d gotten under his skin fast.
“I do.” He relished the idea of seeing her relaxed by candlelight. Last night had been too anxiety-filled for both of them. “We deserve to toast our success in weathering the storm.”
Just thinking about something happening to her made his gut go cold again.
“In that case, I will have dinner with you, Weston.” She smiled, and he caught a glimpse of another side of her that he hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t deliberately flirtatious, but it was definitely aware.
A blast of heated attraction banished the chill of a moment prior, and he couldn’t wait for tonight.
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