Walsh asked Kerris a fourth time, watching her eat her steak and snow peas like she hadn’t just emerged unscathed from a death match with Sofie in the ladies’ room. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Kerris took a bite of her potatoes. “Mmmm. These are delicious, baby. You got shafted with the cauliflower. Taste.”She held her fork to his lips, waiting for him to open and sample. He complied, watching her warily like at any moment she would jerk the fork back and pretend they weren’t even together. She had been amazingly at ease all night. He loved it and just hoped it lasted.“Remind me never to send you out shopping with my cousin again.” Walsh ran hungry eyes over Kerris’s naked back in the jumpsuit that had him and probably every man at the table hard as cement. “You look…we’ll talk later, when I can show you how I feel about the way you look.” As confident as she had been all night, a little color swiped her cheeks. He, Walsh Bennett, had actually ended up with a girl who still blushed.
