“After we win the Super Bowl, I’m going to St. Thomas for two weeks. Maybe you’d like to come,” he said, pouring the hot beverage into two mugs.
Her heart skipped a beat. “Isn’t it a little premature to be making plans like that?” She scooped a dollop of butter into the hot pan.
“Never too early. February is a busy month. How about it?”
“You think we’ll still be seeing each other by then?” She bit her lip at the bold question.
Sly stepped closer and slid his hands around her waist. “I predict we’ll be a lot closer by February.”
“You’re pretty confident. Damn cocky, I’d say.” She raised her gaze to his.
“Are you kiddin’? I’ll never let you get away.”
“Now you sound like a stalker.”
“If a man truly in love is a stalker, then I guess that’ll be me.”
Sam caught her breath in a gasp. “
