Chapter 66

Delaney really wanted dessert. She'd wanted dessert almost every day the past two weeks she and Sean had been sharing dinner together. But while he was all about satisfying her, he'd only go so far and no further. Not that she hadn't been enjoying the cooking lessons and the making out and the orgasms. She had no idea what the deal was. He wanted her. She could tell that for certain every time they were together. He seemed to have some old-fashioned sensibility about a certain amount of time needing to pass before they fell into bed. Maybe it was because he was a preacher's kid.

As she sat across from him at the dinette table over a plate of spicy chicken enchiladas, only half-listening to a story about something Eli Hamilton had done at work, a horrifying thought occurred to her. Surely...surely he wasn't planning to wait until marriage or engagement or something.

"Something wrong with the enchiladas?"

Delaney blinked. "What?"

"You made a face. Something wrong?"