A short walk from the tourist restaurants and shops, it overlooked the harbor. Looking west across the harbor, Whitney settled back in her chair. She wanted this night to go on and on. She had no one to hurry home to, no work to do. There was nothing she could do about the problem of the East Pointe Estate tonight. The only thing she could do right now was relax and enjoy dinner. For a girl who always did the sensible thing, it was the only sensible thing to do. They ordered drinks and an appetizer to share. Neither placed a dinner order yet, but there was plenty of time. Chris didn’t seem to be in a hurry any more than she was. “So,” Whitney began, “I don’t really know much about you. Except that you are a really good kisser.” “That about sums it up,” Chris said as he leaned back in his chair and put one hand on her bare thigh. “I know you must live here on the island somewhere.” “I do. Small house that was rescued from the wrecking ball when a new, uh, development was being put in a few years back.”
