Chapter 43

“I have a sweet tooth.” said Vivian.

“Among other things,” Scott murmured oddly.

About to ask him what he meant by that—

“Do you want coffee?” he got in before her.

“And spoil the taste of the wine? Thanks, no,” she refused.

“Then if you’ve finished do you mind if we leave now?” he asked.

“Oh…” Vivian tensed, her slender spine arching up on the sudden realization that she’d talked his socks off all the way through the meal! It was no wonder he was wearing that blank expression on his face. “I had lost track of how long we have been here…”

“And the restaurant has emptied,” Scott pointed out dryly. “We’re the last ones here…”

Flickering a surprised glance around the empty tables she noticed the restaurant staff standing around, trying hard not to look impatient for them to leave. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” she whispered from the depths of a sinking embarrassment.

“You were enjoying your meal. There was no need to rush.”