When he brought her the coffee, she spread her knees so that he could stand close to her where she sat on the counter, effortlessly sensual, grinning lazily at him. She gestured with the mug around his dining room, toward the visible living area. “Why’d you do this? What a walking tragedy.” Declan said, “It’s stylish and contemporary.” “It’s invisible,” she said. She put a hand under his sweater. “You can’t love this stuff.” “It’s ideal for entertaining.”
