I polish off my meal, then sit back with another margarita. The whole evening’s nice. No, nice isn’t quite right. The word is lovely. The food is homey and excellent, the drinks are delicious and the company’s awesome. Even if we hadn’t had a little sexy time in Alexandra’s house, I’d know Matt was attracted to me—it’s in his dark gaze, the soft gentle brush of his hands against me, all of it seemingly innocent but sending sparks of excitement to my heart.
