As he moved toward her, he caught her black suit. The material was tight fitting and carefully tailored, rolling with the smooth contours of her body instead of hiding them. She wasn’t wearing a blouse beneath her jacket, just a thin gold necklace. When her blue-gray eyes popped over the menu, he saw them still reaching out at him and couldn’t believe that they’d made love last night. She was gorgeous, the most striking woman he had ever seen, let alone been with. As he reached the table, her eyes rose to the cut just above his eyebrow. Teddy had removed the bandage deciding the wound needed air and light. “What happened to you?” she asked. “We can talk about it later.” He sat down across from her and picked up the menu. He could smell her skin, the faint sent of body lotion and shampoo. He was hungry, ravenous, though he probably could have skipped the food. “Tell me what happened right now,” she said. “I ran into a tree.” She lowered her menu and gave him a look.
