Before she could form a response, he reached up to brush a curl back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Will you have dinner with me tonight?” Silas asked, voice drawing her in like a lasso made of smoke. Goosebumps spread up Ivy’s arms. Only if you promise to eat me, her desire spoke in her head. Shaking herself, she nodded. “Of course.” His smile was wide and genuine. “Good. Come on then. We’re only halfway through the tour.”
