** Eli **
From the expression on Harper's face, Eli knew that he didn't have to specify what "the next course" meant. Her cheeks were colored by just the perfect hint of a flush, and her lips were parted as she stared at him breathlessly, her eyes soft and … wanting.
Hell he loved that look.
His hand moved out of its own will, touching a thumb to the softness of her bottom lip. "Bed or couch?" he asked.
The little dove, who had now turned into a sexy vixen, grinned at his words. There was only the slightest trace of shyness in that grin, drowned by the rest that was all eagerness. She emptied the remaining rosé from her glass and — he was surprised when she took his hand — led him to her bedroom.
