Chapter 35

“I’m not sure I have room for more,” Trenton said, patting his stomach as he eyed the white chocolate cranberry cheesecake we’d both ordered.

“Let’s try anyway,” I suggested gamely as I grabbed a fork and took a bite. My eyes closed of their own volition. I was rigid about many things, but when it came to dessert, I had no restraint. “This is good,” I murmured, licking my lips and barely containing a moan.

“Mm, strike two, Mr. Barfield,” Trenton said, eyeing me knowingly as I savored every bite. “I now know two ways to get under your skin. What’s the third, I wonder?”

I didn’t respond in favor of enjoying the decadence on my plate. God, it was delightful.

Trenton chuckled. “No answer, eh? That’s okay. I’ll figure it out.”