“Now it’s your turn,” he instructed. “My turn?” “I told you what I want from you. Now you tell me what you want from me.” She looked at him over the rim of her glass, her brown eyes warm and sparkling. “More,” she said. “More what? Calamari? Sangria?” “More of everything with you.” Maybe it was the sangria. Or maybe it was the two hundred dollars in tips in his pocket. Or maybe it was the woman who wanted more than he’d ever wanted to give before. Whatever it was, he felt something warm and not at all terrible in his chest. “Deal.”
