Chapter 8

“How’d your first evening go?” he asked as he headed for the wet bar. “Brandy?”

“I’ve kind of already had too much to drink as it is, so I’ll pass.”

“Mind if I do?”

“Oh, go ahead. It’s just that I’ve visited the bar twice with my brother since I got here and normally I’m not much of a drinker.”

“The celebratory atmosphere.”

He filled the snifter with amber liquor and turned to me with his lips curved just slightly upward. It made his dimples come out in both of his cheeks, and for a moment I wondered why I never really thought about how hot he was. He no longer wore the glasses he had on earlier in the day. I still wore mine, of course. I wouldn’t be able to see him in all his gorgeousness otherwise.

“So, you never answered.”

“Answered?” I was vaguely aware I was staring at him, but couldn’t seem to make myself stop. At least I wasn’t drooling. A definite plus.