“Says who?” he asked. “Not me. I prefer a woman who actually eats.” He motioned to the door. “Shall we?”

She smiled and admitted. “I am hungry.”

And so was he. For her.

***

Julie stepped into the elevator with Luke, aware of how big he was, how good he smelled, unsure of what had just happened in that hotel room. She’d thought it would be sex and sin, and forgetting everything but sex and sin. It hadn’t happened. She hadn’t even tried to make it happen even though she wanted it. His cologne tickled her nostrils, alluring and familiar, intimate simply because she knew it so well. Lord help her, she still loved everything about the man. Discreetly, she took a deep breath and inhaled that scent, unable to stop herself. Neither of them spoke, but it wasn’t awkward. Nothing with Luke was awkward aside from how much she wanted him. How differently she wanted him from anyone before him.

When the ding of the elevator signaled they were at ground level, he held the doors and let her step out of the car, reminding her he had always been a perfect gentleman. Something she’d always loved about him. Standing just outside the car she waited for him to follow her.

Luke stepped to Julie’s side just as a busty redhead approached. “Hold the elevator, cowboy.”

Cowboy? Julie thought with a frown. Luke wasn’t a cowboy at all. The woman sashayed past Julie as if she didn’t exist, focusing solely on Luke. Her short skirt left little to the imagination, as did her actions. She offered Luke a flirtatious smile and a wink.

He held the elevator door for her and she paused in front of him. “Need someone to keep you warm, honey? I know just how to handle a wicked winter night.”

Julie sucked in a soft breath, feeling the bite of the woman’s words, unable to stop her reaction. It wasn’t like she didn’t know how women responded to Luke. He was the proverbial tall, dark, and handsome with a rock-hard body and gorgeous eyes. To make matters worse, the woman was actually quite attractive with legs that could reach to China and a slender, lean body, so very unlike Julie’s. Suddenly, Julie felt short and stubby, and lost.

Then, to her utter and complete shock, Luke’s arm folded over her shoulder. “This one here is in charge of my wicked winter nights, but thanks anyway.”

Feeling his body against hers, the sensitivity of his actions, rather than the implication, warmth rushed over her. He let the door go, but not before she saw disappointment flash on the woman’s face. Luke glanced down at her. He dropped his arm and they started to walk. “You could have put your arm around me, too, you know?” he asked, cutting her a sideways look. “I don’t bite, and,” he grinned, “a guy needs to stay warm.”

Without giving herself time to think about her actions, she wrapped her arm through his and gave him her own mischievous smile. “Sometimes you bite.”

He laughed. “Maybe I do.”

They walked together like that, like a couple, and she remembered doing just this in the past, strolling down a Manhattan sidewalk, chatting on their way to dinner. She remembered how good it had felt, how she’d felt like a part of a couple for the first time in her life. How for a few weeks she let it feel good, too, knowing he’d be gone, knowing there was no risk. Only there had been an aftermath, a change in her she still didn’t understand.

The restaurant consisted of empty tables that formed a half circle around a bar. “I guess it’s a good thing everyone is at the front desk,” Luke said. “We have plenty of seating choices.”

“Your choice,” confirmed the hostess, who looked maybe eighteen at most, but was probably twenty-one considering the bar, confirmed.

Luke motioned toward the first booth and glanced at Julie. “Work for you?”

“As long as it’s close to the kitchen.”

The hostess laughed. “Best seat in the place.”

“Then it’s a winner,” Julie confirmed and made her way to the seat facing the exit.

Luke slid in across from her and grabbed a menu, about the same time as a young male waiter appeared. “Drinks?”

Luke quirked a brow at Julie. “Tequila Sunrise?”

He remembered her drink and it pleased her way too much. “Yes,” she said without looking at the waiter. “Still a ‘Shiner Beer’ guy?”

“You bet I am,” he said, leaning back and stretching his arms over the seat. “Shiner for me.”

“Check,” the waiter said, shoving a pencil behind his ear. “Tequila Sunrise for the lady and Shiner for the dude, coming up.” He headed out, one of the many pins with funny sayings clipped to the front of his yellow and black striped apron falling to the ground in his wake. Julie bend down and scooped it up.

She checked the weather on her cell phone. “It says the snow is supposed to stop around two in the morning. I sure hope they’re right.”

“Me too,” he said. “We are both cutting it short.”

“Why are you here so close to the wedding?” she asked.

“I had ticked off a client that I didn’t want Royce to find out about before the wedding. I’m guessing you had a divorce emergency?”

“Divorce of the rich and famous,” she said. “It’s not a pretty business, but it’s what I do.”

“You might not have planned to be a divorce attorney,” he said, already knowing her story, “but it sure seems to be treating you right. I hear you’ve become a regular Hollywood star.”