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Erika enjoyed herself the rest of the night. Edward was easy to talk to. He was more than polite, no doubt a testament to his British upbringing, and Erika had a lot of fun with him.
When their dinner plates were cleared, Edward ordered cheesecake, offering to share when Erika said she was too full to eat anything else. “I might have a bite,” she teased.
He laughed and threw her a wink, then ordered a second slice.
“I said I might have a bite,” Erika said when the waitress left.
Edward grinned. “I have a sister. Whenever she tells me that, I’m lucky if I get a bite. I’m still happy to share though.”
His grin was just saucy enough to let Erika know he had much more than cheesecake in mind to share. “Maybe something like that can be arranged.”
He leaned back in his seat. His chest d
