A warm, tingling hand landed lightly on her bare shoulder. Or maybe that was her doing the tingling. She glanced up at Cam wryly. Staking his claim on her, was he? That was okay. It played right into her grand plan. “Hungry?” he murmured. “Starving.” She let just a hint of innuendo creep into the word. Not so much as to be cheap, but enough to let him know she was not frigid. He smiled knowingly. “Our table should be ready by now.” He picked up her drink and carried it through the bar for her to the maître d’s podium. Not only had Cam pulled off a table at the place, he’d scored a private booth tucked in the back corner complete with a drippy candle on the table. It screamed of seduction. This was going to be even easier than she’d thought it would be. “How was your afternoon, Counselor?” she asked over the menus. “Interesting.”
