Chapter 145

Mitch was going to go mad if he couldn't touch Tess. That silky fall of hair shone like mink in the morning light, and his fingers itched to stroke through it. He knew perfectly well he couldn't lay a hand on her at all here. He had to police every gesture, every expression to avoid the gossip. Dinner Belles was packed full of the morning rush crowd - downtown business owners, parents who'd opted for a cup of coffee after the school drop-off, and the senior contingent who liked to meet for breakfast and linger for hours.