“And perhaps if I ignore them, they’ll go away.” I was fascinated by the sheen the Sauvignon Blanc had left on his lips. I ran my tongue over my own lips and half rose out of my seat, intending to sip the wine from his mouth.
“Robert,” he said patiently.
“St John.” I was a whisper away from kissing him. If only that annoying noise would stop…
“Robert!”
I huffed and dropped back into my seat, scowling. “Who in bloody hell is doing that?”
“Why are you looking at me? This is your house. I have no idea who is at your front door.”
“As if I should know who’s come to call on New Year’s Eve?” I started to laugh. “All right, I’ll go see who it is.” I managed a quick kiss, then rose and left the room.
I peered through the peephole, but the man who stood at my door had his back to me, studying
