"We should finish dinner." His hands dropped from her body. She nearly cried out from the loss of his touch. She finally sank back onto her bar stool, unsure of what to do. He did not meet her eyes, and they finished dinner quickly in silence. Did he regret what they'd done? Had he not liked kissing her? Her insecurities were fresh and unwelcome, but she couldn't push them away.

One thought ran through her mind again and again like quicksilver.

I am falling for him, and ...