Page 12 of Her Captivated Hero

Her head jerked up, her eyes wounded. “You are? You’re sorry?” She gave him a forlorn look.

“I’m not sorry for kissing you,” he said. “I’m sorry that something so passionate, so intimate, wasn’t done in a private place.”

“Oh.” Her smile was slow to come, but when it did, it dazzled. “We should arrange some private time.”

His mind boggled at the thought as his hands moved up to rest on her shoulders. “Honey, I think we need to take things a little slower than that. Do you have a date to Susan and Mike’s wedding?”

She shook her head.

“Would you like to be mine?”

She nodded her head.

“Good answer.”

“Do I get another kiss?” she asked hopefully.

He touched the end of her nose. “Not here. Not now.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” she pouted.

“That’s because you’re a genius. Now why don’t you give me your address.”

Riya fumbled with her cross-body purse. He stayed her hand. “Just tell me. I’ll remember.”

She rattled off an address in a trendy neighborhood west of San Diego.

“Got it. Now let me take you back to the ladies before they send out a search party.”

“Oh my God, you’re totally right.”