“Shake off that hangover, Callahan. We have plans tonight.” My pulse leaped. “Since when?” Hartley put two hands on the table and bent down, his eyes level with mine. “Since now.” Before I could register my surprise, his lips were on mine. The kiss was gentle, and over much too quickly. He straightened up, leaving me reeling. “Don’t make me beg, Callahan. It’s hard on the knee.” And then he walked away, into the kitchen.
