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I’ll have to keep my eye on you. Not that that would
be a task, mind you, but a pleasure.” He bit his bottom lip, emphasizing his
amusement.
    “You were right. The food does taste better this way. Not
just a pretty face, huh?” she joked.
    Polishing off the small plate, they sat quietly, sipping
their wine. The short silences between conversations were not uncomfortable in
the least. In fact, the tension in her shoulders eased more and more with each
passing moment. She was no longer compelled to avert her eyes from his whenever
he intently held her gaze.
    The main course arrived and the aroma made her mouth water
in anticipation. She was eager to delve into the chicken breast, her knife and
fork at the ready as she slowly raised her eyes to his, waiting for him to dig
into his own plate.
    He tenderly touched her hand and lowered her fork to her
plate, picked up the crystal pitcher of ice water and refilled their glasses.
“Drink some water to help cleanse your palate, then like before take a sip of
wine before you try the chicken. The Beaujolais has a bit of a bite to it, not
sweet like the Muscat.”
    As if telepathic, the wine waiter returned, this time
offering the bottle straight to Jesse. With a friendly smile and a sharp click
of his heels, he was off again.
    Jesse tilted another clean wineglass and poured a generous
amount before handing it to Sam. After pouring another for himself, he picked
up his utensils and they hungrily devoured half of their plates, pausing only
long enough to sip wine between every few mouthfuls.
    She savored each bite, relished the flavors storming her
taste buds. Every so often a soft pleasurable moan passed her lips as she
swallowed. She placed the last bite of chicken into her mouth before laying her
fork on the plate with a satisfied grin, leaning back in her chair, contently
rubbing her belly. She laughed when he arched an eyebrow, his lips slowly turning
up in that wicked grin she now found herself craving.
    “I enjoyed dinner. Thank you.” She picked up her wineglass.
    “Yes…I could tell.”
    Laughter filled his eyes as he looked to his left for their
waiter.
    Seconds later, the efficient round man was once again
standing at attention beside Jesse’s chair. “Yes, Mr. Maurello, what can I get
for you?”
    Jesse tilted his torso to the edge of the table and kept his
voice low when he spoke.
    “Yes sir, certainly.” The waiter trotted off toward the
maître d’ with an extra boost in his step.
    “What was that about?”
    “I asked him to check with your new friend at the bar
if there’s been word on our flight yet. I want to enjoy the rest of this fine
bottle of wine and the fine woman who agreed to share it with me.”
    “Would you like me to leave before she gets back?” She
chuckled, quickly searching the room.
    When Sam met his eyes once more, all humor had dissolved
from his features. He stared at her as if peering through her tough outer shell
to the real Samantha Raven underneath. And he appeared to like what he had
found, licking his lips with a smile that said he wanted to eat her for
dessert.
    Their portly waiter came back through the heavy dining room
doors and hurried to their table. He addressed Jesse with a nod and cleared his
throat. “I’m sorry to inform you, sir, but all flights have been cancelled
until tomorrow. The weather has worsened, I’m afraid.” He winced slightly and
fidgeted with the bottom of his black vest as if ashamed to be the bearer of
bad news.
    “Okay, thank you,” Jesse said without batting an eye. “Can’t
argue with Mother Nature, can we? Would you please bring our dessert in about
fifteen minutes? We can take our time now. Thanks again.” He slipped a
one-hundred pound note into the waiter’s hand.
    All the worry left the little guy’s face when he looked down
at the money. His smile threatened to take over, but he quickly cleared his
throat and straightened his shoulders. “As you wish, sir. Thank you.”