Mac held Natalie’s hand as they strode down Michigan Avenue. It was a warm late spring day and a breeze kicked up, blowing her hair. With every lift from the wind, her scent tickled his nose, reminding him of their morning in bed. She was skittish when it came to talking about or considering a serious relationship. He’d give her time to adjust because he wasn’t in a hurry for anything. His thumb stroked her hand as he led her to the restaurant.
“Do you want to sit out on the patio?”
“I’d love to.”
The host sat them outside. After taking her seat, Natalie scooped her hair up into a loose knot. Mac’s gaze was drawn to her neck and his mouth watered.
Natalie seemed oblivious to his attention as she picked up her menu. “I’ve never been here before. What’s good?”
“I’ve never been disappoin
