"What curse?" I demanded.

He rose to his feet while his fingers unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it next to his plate.

If only his stripping half naked answered all my questions.

I wet my lips, tasting remnants of wine, salt, and syrup, while I let my gaze travel down his chiseled pecs, the stack of bricks that carved his abs, to the trail of dark hair that disappeared down into his jeans.

He stalked around the table, a smile ...