The man is a workaholic, so I wouldn't have thought he’d have minded a Saturday business trip if it meant expanding the Beckett empire.
‘I don’t usually.’ His eyes flash to the bare skin between the junction of my boots and the hem of my dress. ‘But I’d far rather spend the day here with you.’ Warmth spreads through my chest. ‘At least we have tonight,’ he says, pushing the cup back towards me.
‘Where are we going?’ I place my lips on the crimson stain again and sip.
‘Dinner. You’ll love it, I promise.’ He prises the cup from my hands and drinks again.
