Swept Away in Wilde (Wilde, Nevada Beginnings 1)
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That’s what I’m counting on. He handed her a glass of wine. “I hope you like red. If not, I have white, too.”
“Red is perfect.” She brought the glass up to her lush lips. “Mmm. I like this. Just the right sweetness.”
He brought their plates with the steak and salad to the table. “I cooked these medium-rare, but if you like your steak another way, I can put it back on the grill.”
“Medium-rare is exactly how I like my steak.” She leaned forward, inhaling the aroma of their meal. “Smells delicious. I’m not anxious or anything, but can we start?”
He laughed. “Let’s dig in.”
She took her first bite, and her eyes lit up. “This is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
They ate over light conversation.
“I can’t eat another bite,” she said, pushing her plate forward.
He stood, gathering up their dishes. “I’ve got some ice cream for dessert later. I hope you like chocolate.”
She grinned and stood. “Like? I love anything chocolate, but especially ice cream.” She helped him carry the plates to the sink. “You’re spoiling me.”
“I like spoiling you. So go sit down.”
“No. I insist. I am helping.”
He put his arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss. The feel of her soft lips enthralled him.
She giggled. “I thought we were having dessert later?”
“Oh, you like when I kiss you?”
“Better than chocolate ice cream. But we need to get these plates in your dishwasher.”
“And we still need to finish the interview, Mary.”
“I had no idea you were so eager.” Her cheeks turned pink. “I mean…about the interview.”
He s
troked her hair. “I’ll answer anything you ask, sweetheart. And I still have some questions of my own for you.”
“Trying to turn the tables on me?” She grinned. “You don’t play fair, do you?”
“I always play to win, sweetheart.”
“I believe it is actually my turn to ask you something. That was the deal we made.”
“You’re right.”
“Do you and your brothers always date the same woman?” she asked.
“That’s how it’s always worked with us. That’s how things go in Wilde.” He grabbed her hand. “My turn. What happened in that dream you had about me?”
“Where’s your dishwashing soap?”
He pulled her in tight. “Stalling again. Didn’t work before and it won’t work now. Tell me about your dream, sweetheart.”
“Fine. If you must know I was married to you and your brothers. Crazy, I know. Now let’s finish the dishes, okay?”