Finding Eva (Highland Creek Series) by Marie Garner

leaned in, nodding at what was left of the food on the table. He was interested to know if he picked the right restaurant, desperately seeking her approval, surprised he wanted it. It was never something he was concerned about before. He always wanted to make sure a woman enjoyed their time together and liked everything about the date, but he never actively sought approval. She was too busy eating to answer him right away, but if the way she was killing the mashed potatoes was any indication, he didn’t have to worry. If he didn’t know any better, he would think this was her last meal. She had already devoured a piece of chicken, the mashed potatoes, and was currently eyeing the biscuit like it was next on the hit list. He didn’t know where she put it; she wasn’t really fat but had a glorious maze of curves that he couldn’t wait to explore. If the taste that he got last night was any indication, he was along for an amazingly luscious beautiful ride.
    “It is delicious. I must admit that despite my earlier doubts, of which there were plenty, I am really enjoying the dinner and the company.” She looked at him like she had last night, as though he was next on her list of things to eat. Her tongue darted across her lips, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat, picturing that tongue wrapped around his cock. She leaned closer, boobs spilling over the top of her dress.
    He adjusted himself, his pants suddenly too tight. “I told you this was the best place to eat. And as far as the company, who can beat my awesome presence?”
    She smiled slyly, looking down pointedly, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Have I mentioned how I admire your humility?”
    He leaned toward her, deciding to see her bet and raise it. He glanced down at her breasts, still on display, slowly working his way toward her mouth. He could see her chest rising and falling more rapidly, cocking his eyebrow when he looked at her. He knew he was turning her on—hell, he was turning himself on—but short of throwing her on the table and taking her in the middle of the restaurant, his desire would have to wait, so he changed the subject to something that didn’t involve foreplay. “A time or two. I forgot to ask, how was it with Conner today?”
    She blinked, trying to focus on the question at hand, and he saw when the haze of lust cleared from her eyes. As much as he wanted to get her in bed, right fucking now, he knew the wait would be worth it. When they finally got into bed, it was going to be damn good.
    Leaning back, making him want to pout because her beautiful breasts went with her, she answered his question about Conner. “Messy…” she crinkled her face in response “…and very noisy. But your brother’s really nice, and he tried to make it as painless as possible.”
    “That’s Conner. He will do the best work for you, and if you don’t like it, he’ll fix it until you do.”
    “Yeah, I got that vibe from him.”
    “Glad you like him. Did you get a chance to go through the house?” he asked casually, staring at the fork he turned over repeatedly.
    He was trying not to ask, but he really wanted to know if she found out anything about why her mother would want her to think she was dead. He was trying not to push her because she seemed a bit irritated the other night, so he figured if he was sneaky about it she wouldn’t know.
    It worked, because she answered the question without any snide comments or gestures. “I went through some of it. I found these letters the other night that my father had written to my mother. She had them in her bedside table and some of them were really old, which surprised me. You know what I am talking about, when the paper is yellow and really soft because you have folded it and unfolded it numerous times? Well, the other night I found one he had written like right after he received the signed divorce papers, and he was telling her about me and my stepmother. He had just met her and he