Harrison drove them to Fair Haven’s downtown, parking a block away from Angelo’s, an Italian restaurant that had recently opened. The sun had already set, and Sara was glad she’d brought a sweater. Then again, she had a feeling Harrison would keep her warm no matter the season.
They sat at a candlelit table, ordering a bottle of the best red wine. Harrison gazed at her across from the table, and Sara had to stop herself from blushing like a teenager. He managed to give her his whole attention, something she’d never experienced with any other man. Usually they got distracted with their phones, or they got bored talking about whatever it was Sara wanted to talk about. The few dates she’d gone on since her divorce had made her realize that few men wanted to listen to a woman talk about her young son the entire time they were out. But James was her entire world. If they didn’t understand that from the beginning, then they weren’t worth her time.
“How have you been?” Harrison asked.
She smiled. “Since I saw you four hours ago? Just fine.”
“Only fine? That’s a shame. I went home and thought about you the entire time.”
“Such a flirt. Would it hurt your feelings if I said I thought about laundry, dinner, and James, in that order?”
Harrison snorted good-naturedly. “You do know how to burst a man’s ego. That’s all right, though. I like a challenge.”
She sipped her wine as she looked at him over the rim. The candlelight gave his chiseled face additional edges while somehow softening them as well. He looked entirely too kissable in this environment. When she felt his foot touching her calf, she had to bite back a laugh.
“Sir, is that your foot? Keep your feet to yourself, like I tell my son all the time.”
He just rubbed her calf with his foot, which made her body heat. “Good thing I’m not a six-year-old boy.”
“Yes,” she admitted, “very.”
Their appetizers arrived, and Sara found herself famished. She’d been too busy today to eat more than some yogurt. As she munched on bruschetta, though, she wondered if she had mints in her bag. Yes, and gum. Good, because this bruschetta had enough to garlic to smell from a mile away.
“Tell me what else you did today.” Harrison gave her the last bruschetta. “What does Sara Flannigan do for fun?”
“For fun? I don’t have much time for fun. I work, I take care of my son, and I sleep. Sometimes I go to the grocery store.” She shrugged. “I’m boring.”
“I doubt that.”
“What about you? What does a famous, talented doctor do when he’s not saving lives?”
He grinned. “Would it surprise you that I also do laundry and go to the grocery store?”
She gasped. “You don’t have servants for that?”
“No, because I’m not Prince William. I even did my own laundry as a kid.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Now, that does surprise me.”
“My mom had too many kids to do everything herself, and then when Jubilee got sick…” He trailed off, clearly lost in memories.
Sara had forgotten that one of his siblings had been sick. Had it also been cancer, like James?
“She had leukemia,” Harrison explained, based on her questioning glance. “Around the same age as James. She relapsed when she was thirteen, though. She’s healthy now, but it was a struggle for the whole family, to see our baby sister sick.”
Her heart clenched at his words. “But she’s okay now?”
“Very. She just got her own place and is as annoying as she’s ever been.” He smiled. “She was the reason I wanted to be a doctor in the first place, and an oncologist specifically.”
“I’m glad she’s healthy now. I hate that we’re both a part of the same club, but it’s nice to know someone else on the inside.”
He lifted his wine glass. “A toast: to our family members who kicked cancer’s ass.”
She raised her glass in return. “I can always toast to that.”
They clinked glasses, and Sara couldn’t help the laugh that burst forth. Harrison gave her a look full of fiery promise.
“Jubilee is looking for a job,” he said offhandedly. “You know of any place that’s hiring, let me know.”
Sara considered, and then a light bulb went off in her head. “You should send her to my sister’s bakery. Megan’s employee Daria is going to be taking off for maternity leave soon, and although it would be a temporary position, I know Megan mentioned that Daria is on the fence whether or not she’ll stay home for good with the baby or not.”
Harrison nodded. “That would be perfect. I’ll let Jubi know. I can’t say that she knows much about cash registers or making cinnamon rolls, but she’s a quick learner.”
“Considering Megan didn’t know anything about running a business until a year ago…I’d say your sister will be fine.”
He laughed. “Sounds perfect then. Although I’ll tell Caleb to leave Megan alone so she doesn’t poison him.”
“That’s probably a good idea. Those two are always at each other’s throats.”
They chatted and laughed as the evening passed, and Sara couldn’t help but inhale the delicious food set in front of her. By the time dessert arrived, she had protested that she couldn’t eat another bite, but the chocolate torte was too tempting. She dug in and couldn’t stop herself from moaning at the burst of chocolate on her tongue.
“You keep making that noise, and I’m going to haul you out of here and into my backseat,” Harrison said in a low voice.
She couldn’t help but make him suffer a little: she ate the torte slowly, making sure to lick her lips and make noises in her throat. She offered him a bite, which he took, his eyes dark with desire.
By the time she’d licked the fork clean, Harrison had called for the check. He paid and pulled her up from her chair.
By the time they got outside, they were desperate for each other. He pressed her against his car, and his mouth descended onto hers before she could draw a breath. He tasted like chocolate and desire, and she clutched at his shoulders. His hips pressed against her, and she felt his hardness against her belly, desire pooling low in her stomach.
“Come back to my place,” he said. “I need you, Sara.”
She wanted to say yes. His tongue delved inside her mouth, and she felt like she was being consumed. Her entire body was made of fire, burning for this man who kissed like a devil sent to tempt her.