Corinne waited, her heart in her throat, as Tucker stared at her, dumbstruck. And why shouldn’t he? He was the consummate Southern gentleman and she’d essentially propositioned him. As the silence spun out between them, her hard-won confidence slowly evaporated.
His throat worked. She knew him well enough to understand he was considering his words carefully.
Had she disappointed him? Shocked him? Did he prefer the meek version of her that needed saving?
“Tom went to a lot of trouble tonight. I can’t just ask for the check, throw you over my shoulder, and run.”
The relieved laugh burst out. “I hadn’t actually intended to bring it up quite yet. It seemed an appropriate topic for dessert.”
“I have never wanted to start a meal with dessert so much in my life.”
The fear that had crept in
