Chapter 9 Marie
Does she know? Does she have any clue about how much I want to remove that champagne flute from her hand, lean in, and kiss her? But I haven’t even flirted. Or have I? Either way, it’s best if I remove myself from the situation for a little while. I need to plate my starter.
I excuse myself and head into the kitchen, which is open-plan, so I can still see her. Olivia gets up and wanders to the built-in bookshelf next to the fireplace. My gaze lands on her behind. It looks mighty good in those jeans—must be from all that running she does.
In many ways, it’s a miracle she’s here. My intuition is off kilter and it’s hard to predict how she’d react if I tried to kiss her, but I can’t risk chasing her away now I’ve finally been able to get a little closer to her. Although my
