“Aren’t we going to bed?”
Bobby shook his head. “I want you on the bar.”
Sam blinked, his expression one of disbelief. He stared at the bar as if trying to figure out the logistics.
“Get on up there. Let me guide you.”
Sam’s first step didn’t do the word hesitant justice. Bobby failed to hold back a chuckle. As Sam reached the bar, lingering in indecision, Bobby ordered, “Clothes off.”
Again, Sam blinked. “If Health and Safety doesn’t approve of mistletoe, I’m sure they won’t approve of nudity.” He also cast a surreptitious glance at the big picture windows.
“We’ll switch the lights off.”
Chantelle moved to do so even though Sam spoke not a word. As night washed over them, Sam relaxed a little. Sam had taken huge steps in the last few days. Tonight, he would take an enormous one. Bo
