Rayne opened the door to two smiling waiters, one of them in her late twenties, the other in his late forties.
"How was your dinner, miss?" the younger waiter asked as she wheeled in a cart.
"Wonderful." Rayne couldn't remember what she'd eaten for dinner and she sounded a little breathless.
"Was our fine wine to your taste?" the older waiter inquired, stepping carefully around the sleeping dog.
"Yes," Rayne said. "It was," she added with a quick smile, trying to recover her balance that had been lost after the kiss.
She checked to be sure Eric was all right; then she smoothed her hair down and stepped back outside onto the terrace. Liam was standing in the garden with his hands shoved in his pockets, staring out across the moonlit water as if lost in thought.
