Tonight suddenly felt a whole lot more like an actual date than she’d intended. The kiss had been totally unexpected, but not nearly as unwelcome as it should have been. Grady was the first man she’d kissed other than her husband in more than two decades. She’d forgotten the power and hint of mystery that a first kiss could pack. She’d forgotten its ability to awaken the senses and kick all sorts of cravings into high gear. She was so rattled she could barely get dinner on the table, much less look Grady in the eye. Apparently she wasn’t doing a very good job of covering, either, because both Josh and Dani were eyeing her speculatively. Dani, in particular, seemed to be making the connection between Emily’s distraction and Grady, thanks to their pretense that this evening was a date. Josh was clueless about the pretense, but clearly aware that there was some sort of tension between Emily and the detective. Hopefully he was still too young and naive to pin a label on it. Naturally, Dani was the one who couldn’t ignore it.
