Chapter 18

Oh, please don’t, Charley thought helplessly, so horrified that Dami was intending to take this romantic stuff that far that her lips came together with a snap to stop the groaned protest from slipping out.

But the protest glowed in her eyes as she came back downstairs dressed in a soft green wraparound dress that clung lovingly to her figure and swirled around her knees.

Dami was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her. He had changed too, into a soft coffee-colored linen suit and a simple tee shirt that made him look cool and casual and superbly stylish—and just too darn sexy to be fair.

He looked up at her, and something flared in his eyes that made her steps falter as her heart gave a fluttering stir. Then the expression was gone, and he was holding out a hand in a silent command for her to continue down the rest of the stairs.

When she came close enough, he took hold of her hand and drew her towards him. His lips arrived at her temple; she felt the heat from his body