But he couldn’t have her. She’s a client.He could drop her as a client.No, you can’t,he scolded himself. That would be unfair and would hurt his relationship with the Anderson family. It would also be unfair to Fiona. She’d still have to give that speech. Maybe he could help her as a friend, not a hired coach. Friend. Lover. God, he wanted her.
Her lips had stopped. She’d finished.
She lifted her eyebrows in a questioning way. “You still with me, Jake?”
He wished. He wished he were with her in every way.
“Um, yeah. That was really good. Much better than your prior run.”
She gestured to her plate. “So…”
“Dig in,” he said, finally able to catch his breath. “No more speeches tonight.” His self-control couldn’t take it.