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deliberately pressed his thigh against hers. “I told you, O’Reily. John O’Reily.” Maggie pulled her leg away, cheeks once again flushing a pretty pink, a color very similar to that nipple of hers. He decided to ignore her for a while and let her stew. She was cute as hell when she was mad at him, and that blush in her cheeks didn’t help soften up his hard-on.
    “Good evening.” It was their server. “Welcome to 20.21. My name is Suzanne. Can I bring you a drink or answer any questions about the menu?”
    Jeff turned to Lynn. “Would you like a Kir Royale?” Lynn nodded. “A Kir Royale for the lady and I’ll have that dark amber ale you have on tap.”
      “Of course.” She smiled at Lynn and turned to Maggie. “And you, miss?”
    “I’ll have a dirty martini with two olives, please.”
    “And you, sir?” Her question was addressed to Mace.
    His eyes on Maggie’s face, he said, “The same.” She looked like she wanted to stick her tongue out at him. Mace wished she would.
    “Yes, sir. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
    “So,” Mace turned to his brother, “what’s good here?”
    “Pretty much everything, from what I’ve heard.”
    “Oh,” interrupted Lynn, “I think we should get the chef’s tasting menu for four. Don’t you think so, Maggie? You know food.”
    Maggie opened her mouth to reply, but before she could speak, Mace leaned across the table to address Lynn. “So your sister knows food? I thought she was a nurse.”
    “Oh, yes, Maggie knows food. Not only is she a nurse, she’s an amazing cook and a trained pastry chef.”
    “Lynn…”
    “No, really, Maggie.” Lynn waved off her mumbled protests. “You should be very proud of what you do. She makes wedding cakes, you know. She’s making ours.”
    “I am?”
    “Sorry, Maggie, I meant to ask earlier.” Lynn put a hand on her sister’s arm. “But the question sort of flew out of my head. Will you? Will you make our cake?”
    “Well, yes, I suppose…”
    “Thanks, sis, you are the best. So what do you think of the tasting menu?”
    Mace glanced at Maggie. She fumbled with her menu. He took it from her hands, turned it right side up, opened it, and returned it to her.
    “Thanks,” she murmured.
    The server arrived with their drinks. Mace noticed that by the time they’d finished talking to the young woman about the chef’s tasting menu and ordering it, Maggie had finished half of her dirty martini. When the server brought their first course, she ordered another. Is it me, or do all social gatherings make her uncomfortable?
    Mace couldn’t help grinning. After she’d downed her second martini and had finished two glasses of the sauvignon blanc, Maggie unreservedly grinned right back.
    “Oh my god, this curry noodle dish with short ribs is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” She reached over with her chopsticks and took a small piece of beef from Mace’s plate. “You don’t mind, do you?”
    “Not in the least. Anything else you’d like to share?” Looking across the table, he spotted one remaining lobster dumpling on the dim sum platter. He reached for it, picking it up with his thumb and forefinger. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
    She did so without protest.
    Damn, this woman has the nicest white teeth and the prettiest pink tongue I’ve ever seen .
    He set the dumpling onto her tongue, and, to his surprise, Maggie closed her mouth around his finger and thumb, delicately sucking the dumpling into her warm, wet mouth.
    So much for getting through the rest of the evening sans erection.
    Mace stole a glance at his brother Jeff. He and Lynn seemed engrossed in conversation and oblivious to the tableau playing out three feet from them. He wondered if Maggie meant to do that or if it was the alcohol talking. She didn’t seem like the type to drink very often. She was a charming woman when she dropped her guard. He wondered who or what had caused her to raise it in the first place.
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