The grin was back, and it was as dangerous as ever. “Like what?”
“Well, not sex,” Melissa said, and then regretted it.
He laughed. “I agree,” he said. “It’s better to just go ahead and do some things, rather than wasting time talking about them.”
Melissa blinked. “Did you just say what I think you just said?” she demanded, whispering again. Leaning toward him.
“You were the one who brought up the subject of sex,” Steven pointed out reasonably. “Not me.”
He looked so damnably comfortable, sitting there, easy in his skin, with his glass of iced tea in front of him and his eyes that indescribable shade of blue-violet.
“Then I’m officially unbringing it up,” Melissa said. “Forget I mentioned sex at all. It was totally inappropriate. A slip of the tongue—”
His grin flashed again.
She blushed even more. “I didn’t mean—”
Mercifully, the food arrived then.
Since her stomach was still doing the circus thing, Melissa was surprised to realize that she was hungry. She picked up her spoon and focused on the delicious beef stew.
“What do you like to do, Melissa?” Steven asked, about midway through the meal. He’d made a pretty good dent in his club sandwich, and pushed away his plate to focus all his attention on her.
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