CHAPTER 8

All through dinner, Rowena felt as if she was walking a tightrope. Despite the fact that every cell in her body seemed swollen, excited, and expectant, somehow, she managed to keep her reaction to herself. Or she hoped she had… Leaning toward him across the table was normal, right? She wanted to hear him over the kitchen clatter coming from behind the doors.

And so, what that she’d forgotten and let their hands touch...

It was an accident… pure accident.

She just hoped Heath hadn’t noticed that when dessert arrived and her tongue darted across her lips in anticipation, she hadn’t been staring at his chocolate tart.

“You should try this, Rowena. It’s delicious.”

Heath looked at her across the table, his fork halfway to his almost-empty plate, a thoroughly satisfied smile on his face. Chocolate could do that to a person. Rowena started to protest, opening her mouth to insist she was full already. But he didn’t give her a chance.