Some actor! Alasdair certainly hadn’t been able to hide the fact that he recognized the crystal Morgan had found.
Well, she was on to him now, and even Justine would see that she had been wrong about this man.
Morgan marched to the table the maître d’ indicated and sat down without looking back to the highlander. She cringed when her sister called out to Alasdair, but bent her attention on the menu.
The menu, however, was not sufficiently fascinating to keep Morgan from noting a very muscular leg sliding under the table beside her. The dusting of golden hair on Alasdair’s leg caught the light and Morgan had an impulsive urge to feel whether his muscles were really as firm as they looked.
She gripped the menu harder instead.
Moules marinara, avec un demi baguette de l’ail.
Moules mari
