CHAPTER 22
“YOU’RE AWFULLY CHIPPER tonight,” Greg remarked as Katrina sneaked her way onto his lap during dinner.
“I just wanted to reach the butter.”
His fingers lingered on her neck and traveled down her back. “I could have passed it to you.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “Where would be the fun in that?”
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked as she squirmed off him and back into her own seat.
“Nothing. I just wanted the butter.” There was no use trying to hide her smile.
He looked so handsome. That dimple on the bottom of his chin, those broad shoulders. She’d known him for so long, and never did he look more irresistible than right now.
“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” he asked, even though the playful twinkle in his eyes told Katrina he knew exactly what she was doing, a
