With a sexy grin that made Callie’s body hum with delight, Wes returned to her and handed her the plates. “You fill these and I’ll pour some orange juice.”
She did as he said, and once she had two platefuls, she followed him through the doorway.
“This way. We can eat on the couch in the sitting room.”
Eat on the couch? He definitely didn’t strike her as that relaxed of a man. It amazed her how much he had changed in the last few days. Paris Wes was more calm, more playful and easygoing. She wondered how many women had seen this side of him. How many others had slept with his body wrapped around hers as they kissed? The idea made her nauseous, but she forced it out of her mind. She had to focus on the here and now, not on what he’d done before or what he might do after they’d gone their
