The Lawman's Convenient Bride by CHRISTINE RIMMER

Author:CHRISTINE RIMMER
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Clara agreed to watch Marybeth that Saturday night. She came nice and early and listened attentively to each and every one of Jody’s detailed instructions concerning baby care.

Jody knew she was overdoing it. Clara had a two-year-old of her own. She’d changed a thousand diapers and heated up more than one bottle of breast milk. Still, it was Marybeth’s first time with a sitter and the first time Jody had left her for an evening. Clara seemed to understand that Jody needed to tell her a bunch of stuff she already knew.

At a quarter of seven, Seth herded Jody out the door toward the limo waiting at the curb. Clara stood in the doorway waving goodbye, a perfectly content Marybeth cradled in her arms.

Mirabelle’s, on Grandview Drive, was exactly as advertised, intimate and so pretty, each table a little oasis of candlelight. The glassware sparkled, the silver gleamed, and a single, perfect orchid on a delicate stem grew from a tiny green ceramic pot. It was still daylight when they got there. Their table had a view of the pale moon suspended above the mountains. The moon glowed brighter as the sky darkened.

Jody had a glass of white wine in honor of the occasion, and they shared an appetizer of poached shrimp with avocado, cilantro and lime. Seth looked way too handsome in his crisp white shirt and gray jacket.

He said, “I like that red dress.”

It was simply cut, sleeveless and formfitting. “I was lucky I managed to get it zipped up.”

The gold streaks in his eye glowed warmer than ever. “You only had to ask. I would’ve helped.”

Her breath got all tangled up in her throat, and she felt the blush as it colored her cheeks. “You really are flirting with me, aren’t you?”

He leaned closer. The light from the antique chandelier overhead cast his eyes into shadow. “You want me to stop?”

It seemed a bad idea to be too truthful. But she did it anyway. “No. No, I don’t want you to stop.”

He raised his glass of very old whiskey. She tapped it with her wineglass.

The waiter came back a little while later. They ordered salads and entrées. It was all delicious. He wanted to know about her spa day. She said she’d had everything—hair, nails, hot rock massage. She didn’t mention the full-out Brazilian. They were only at the flirting stage, after all, and she hadn’t been freed up for sex from her doctor yet, anyway. At this point, her going Hollywood was definitely TMI.

However, that she even teased herself with the thought of mentioning it over dinner said a lot more about where this thing with him was going than she was strictly comfortable admitting to herself.

In so many ways he was so rigid, so...traditional. Would he be that way in bed, too? Stiff in a bad way.

She grinned to herself at her little private joke.

And he was watching. “Tell me?”

She shook her head slowly. He had the grace not to push.

When the waiter offered dessert, Jody shook her head.

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