Chase’s voice was gentle. “You can’t wipe out what happened between us, can you?” She shook her head. “If it’s any comfort to you, neither can I,” he said. “Now, eat your dinner before it gets cold.” She did, because it was the only way she could demonstrate that she’d gained a measure of control. And she used her fingers. Chase’s plate arrived, and he tucked his napkin into the neck of his shirt, gave her a wry smile and began his own meal. A couple of times she sneaked a look at him, and he seemed to be enjoying the food. He polished off a rib and licked his fingers. She remembered all too well how that agile tongue had felt when he’d... She couldn’t think about that. “This is very good,” she said in an almost-normal tone. “Told you so.” “Did you have any luck calling today?” His jaw tightened just a little. “Didn’t have time. Leigh needed me to—ah—do some work down at the corrals. By the way, she also said she loaned you some boots. Want to take a ride tomorrow?”
