Chapter Thirteen
Liam
I sat beside Olivia and did my damnedest to keep from sliding my hand between her knees. Dinner with her had been divine. A distant corner of my mind kept nudging me with the persistent suggestion that what I was doing with Olivia wasn’t anything of the usual sort when it came to women. I generally didn’t take women on dinner dates, unless it happened by chance, such as I was out with my mates and we ended up at a restaurant and there were women there with us. It wasn’t that I was opposed to the idea, but I’d simply never met a woman who inclined me to ask. Olivia had surprised me tonight. Oh, she had her moments of sternness, but it was as if she’d decided to cease worrying about whether it was proper to have dinner with me.
When she opened her door and I saw her
