Skylar had been circumspect and kept her hands and lips to herself. She hadn’t wanted to do anything that might make Rio consider backing out of their cookout. However, on the drive there she found herself wanting to touch him again. This time she didn’t see any reason for restraint. “Things are coming along great for the auction, don’t you think?” She casually placed her hand on his thigh. Rio glanced at her hand on his leg, then at her. “Skylar.” “Remember when we talked about things we’d longed to do or have? This is one of mine,” she told him. “I’d tell you the rest, but I think I should just wait.” “Skylar.” “Yes, Rio.” “We’re about five miles from Dakota’s office. If you don’t want me to embarrass myself, remove your hand.” “Rio, I—”
