Landry's Law by Kelsey Roberts Page A

the wine.”
    Savannah rolled her eyes. “Oh, major contribution,” she responded with good-natured sarcasm. She took her seat and Seth grabbed the end chair. The one closest to her. It was a huge table, but having him so near suddenly made the table feel about the same size as a matchbox.
    She tasted the salad and had to admit, it was a lot better than anything she could have thrown together in less than ten minutes. She told Seth as much. “I’m basically dependent upon takeout and Olive for sustenance,” she confessed. “She’s forever bringing over baked goods. Or sending Junior out with whatever leftovers they have.”
    “Olive’s a nice lady,” Seth said. “Junior is a little weird, but then that’s to be expected, given his past.”
    Savannah peered over at him. “His past?” she asked before taking another bite of food.
    Seth nodded. “He was always a bit of a dork growing up. But his father seemed to keep Olive’s… smothering tendencies at bay. Until he died in a hunting accident when Junior was thirteen.”
    “How terrible!” Savannah said. “That’s a very difficult age for a boy to lose his father.”
    “Especially since he saw the accident,” he said, then shrugged off the memory.
    His eyes were fixed on her face. Suddenly, the temperature in the room seemed to go up a few degrees Fahrenheit. His hand snaked out and she felt the startling thrill of the pad of his thumb against her lower lip.
    She was so shocked by the unexpected contact, all she could do was suck in a hurried gasp of air.
    “You have dressing here,” he said. His voice was deep, sensual and as mesmerizing as his dark eyes.
    His thumb ran the full length of her lip as his palm cradled her jaw. He did it once, twice, increasing the pressure each time. By the third pass, Savannah was perspiring. His simple action had been more seductive, more intimate than a kiss. She felt abandoned when he pulled his hand back. More than that, she felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and drag him to her. That would be even better.
    “Better?” Seth asked.

Chapter Seven
    Her eyes were pools of unspent blue-brown passion. Seth should have known better than to touch her that way. His initial motivation had been pure, but the instant his thumb felt the full softness of her rosy lip, he just couldn’t help himself. Nor could he help his body’s quick response.
    Adjusting his napkin in his lap, he knew a change of topic was the only thing that would distract him from the unimaginable desire he felt for Savannah. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t just the physical attraction that worried him.
    It was knowing, deep down, that he was beginning to feel something that he’d never before felt. And that was scary as hell.
    Abandoning his plate, he grabbed his wine and took a fortifying sip. “So, since you know all about my family, why don’t you tell me about yours?”
    He had hoped his tactic would distract her. Instead, his question left an unmistakable glint of sorrow in her exquisite eyes. Despite whatever private emotion she might be feeling, Savannah offered him a smile that made him glad he was sitting down. Lord but she was ravishing when she smiled. It had to have something to do with the way her unusual coloring came together to form exotic perfection. Her skin was pale, but had a faint olive tinge, suggesting one of her ancestors was Latin or maybe Italian. Her shoulder-length hair was several shades lighter than his own, maybe medium brown, and parted on the left side.
    There were times he was sure she wasn’t aware that her hair fell forward, nearly covering her right eye. It gave her a sexy look—sort of like a dark-haired version of the popular forties actress Veronica Lake. In the correct light, her hair had some auburn highlights, the type he knew many women paid dearly for. Hers were definitely natural, just like her innate beauty.
    “Hello?” he heard Savannah’s voice question.
    “Sorry,” Seth mumbled, not