CLOSING THE LID OF the toilet, Sophie perched on the edge of it, trying to calm her racing heart. That guy would be the death of her if he kept giving her those eyes. After the snail debacle, she'd fled to the bathroom and in her haste had caught the toe of her shoe and tripped over the hem of her dress. With a deep laugh, he'd come to her rescue, offering her a hand up and pulling her tightly to his front as he did so.
She'd gasped something unintelligible and beat feet to get away from him. God alone only knew what fresh embarrassment she'd fling upon herself when she went back to the table; so for now, she was hiding out. Opening her clutch, she fished out her compact and lipstick, slicking some of the glossy red liquid on her lips. Aside from a few stray tendrils of hair, her lo
