Chapter 22

Stop it, he scolded himself. He needed to remember that this was Sean Stirling, a famous musician. A manwho proved he was a flirt and a manipulator. One on one like this, it was easy to forget everything else.Sean seemed so normal.

Across the table, Sean was loading mushrooms onto his plate. “You better grab one before I eat them all.”

Emerson focused on the appetizer. They looked simple, just mushrooms covered with cheese. He stabbed one with his fork and moved it to his plate. He sliced it in half, then popped the bite into his mouth. His taste buds exploded. The combination of garlic and parmesan was perfect. The mushroom was almost meaty, earthy, and not at all rubbery.

“This is amazing,” he said after he swallowed it. He ate the other half and had to close his eyes to savor the taste.

“I always get these here. They use organic mushrooms, from a farm near Albany. Carlos, the sous chef, gave me the recipe but they don’t taste the same at home.”