Tate couldn’t have said if the steak and fancy potatoes he’d been served tasted good or not. He ate simply because he figured he was hungry and because, despite the tension between them, he didn’t want the evening to end. He didn’t regret the kiss, but he wished he’d not given into the temptation as easily as he had. When the waitress stopped by their table to refill their water glasses, Jamie glanced up at the young woman. “I’m finished if you’d like to take my plate.” With a frown, the girl picked up the plate holding most of Jamie’s uneaten dinner. “Was something wrong with your meal, Miss? Is there something else you’d like better?” Jamie smiled up at her. “No. I’m just not very hungry I guess.” Tate leaned back in his chair as the server took his plate, which to his surprise was empty.q “Would either of you like dessert? We have a decadent chocolate cake which is to die for.”
