Her lips pulsed as his warm hands cradled her face, as if she were a fine piece of China. In contrast was the force behind his lips. Jerome was strength and finesse in one delectable package. “My apologies,” Jack said when they broke their embrace. Dani tucked her head away from the man she first met at her tenth birthday party cruise. “Your dinner is ready. I wouldn’t want it getting cold.” Dani and Rome separated enough for them to clear the bowls and put their dinner out. She was still covering her mouth to stifle her embarrassed laugh. Before them, a beautifully plated dish sat in the middle of the plate. Chicken stuffed with crabmeat. Not a combination she would have ever thought worked, but she knew the chef and there was no way it wouldn’t. A side of pan seared asparagus with a cream sauce drizzled artistically over it tempted her more until she saw the redskin mashed potatoes. If nothing else, Rome wasn’t going to treat her like some salad eating girl. “What was your meeting about in the city?”
