Chapter Fourteen
Gunnar’s heart slammed erratically in his chest, and not just because his d**k was as hard as iron from kissing Suzannah. Kissing her gave him courage, and it had taken every last ounce of his courage to say those words.
She pulled away, lips swollen and glistening, eyes kiss-drunk. “What?”
“I want people to know.”
“I’m sure they already know. Did you see the look on Mario’s face when we walked into Gino’s? It took him about half a second to figure things out.”
Yeah, he’d seen the look, heard the whispers by the salad station. And hell, maybe bringing them to dinner was his way of starting this conversation rolling. But regardless of what Mario thought, Gunnar wanted people in town, at least the people he loved most, to hear it from him. And he wanted Suzannah to know
