"Her smile joined his, her thoughtful green eyes studying his face. "Do you know what I want to do right now?" Rick placed the cloth napkin across his lap. He should have asked for a less conspicuous table. "Tell me." Samantha picked up a bread stick, examined it for a moment, then slowly licked the length of it. "Mm, salty goodness," she murmured. "Christ. Cease and desist before I split my zipper." "Oh, then I would have to sit on your lap in my short dress to protect your modesty." She leaned forward, gazing at him serenely. "Comfortable?"