Unsung by Shannon Richard Read Free Book Online Page B

flushed and her eyes more than slightly dazed. He had no doubt his face was sporting a very similar look.
    Yeah, he had no clue what was going on with this woman. But he sure as hell wanted to figure it out.
    *  *  *
    “Good Lord you can cook,” Harper said as she ran the last piece of gnocchi through the rosemary, lemon butter sauce before she popped it into her mouth.
    Even watching her eat was sexy as hell.
    “You cook?” he asked.
    She shook her head and swallowed. “Not like this.” She waved her hand at the almost empty plate in front of her. She still had a bite of her pork chop left. “My mother is the culinary expert of the family. She spends hours in the kitchen.”
    “Your father?” Well, if she’d opened a door into the personal he was definitely going to walk right on through it.
    “Not so much. But I will say that he does contribute nicely to the cause with fresh fish.”
    “Your father is a fisherman?”
    “Among other things.” She smiled, forking the last bit of food and sticking it in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed before she shook her head at Liam, leaning back in her chair. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to top breakfast, but you, my friend, have managed to exceed yourself.” She tossed her napkin onto the table next to her now empty plate.
    Liam had no doubt about the fact that she’d enjoyed her dinner. The woman wasn’t shy about her reactions, and she’d made more than a few moans around her fork as she’d eaten. And they hadn’t even gotten to dessert yet.
    “That so?” he asked as he grabbed his glass of wine and took a sip.
    “That is so.” The corner of her mouth turned up into a half smile. “You know, you’ve already gotten me into bed. You didn’t need to work so hard to impress me to do it again.”
    “My trying to impress you has nothing to do with wanting to get into your pants.”
    “Well, that’s good. Because I’m not wearing any tonight.”
    Liam laughed. “I picked up on that. You’re wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favor.”
    “Is that another one of your pickup lines?”
    “It might be. Did it work?”
    “I don’t know yet.” She reached for her wineglass that was on the verge of needing a refill.
    “You’ll keep me posted though?”
    “Of course,” she said right before she polished off the last of the red liquid.
    “You want another drink?”
    “Sure.”
    “Let me clean up and I’ll put something together. You want some more wine or something else?”
    “Well, what are the options? Do you bartend as well as you cook?”
    “Not really. My skills go about as far as opening a bottle of beer or wine,” he said as he indicated the now empty bottle in front of them. “Adding whiskey to ice, vodka to any juice of your choosing, or a gin and tonic.”
    “Gin and tonic.”
    “Coming right up.” He pushed his chair back and stood, reaching for his plate. Harper made the same motion, grabbing her plate before he could. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    “Helping.”
    “I don’t think so.” He pulled the plate from her hand and motioned toward the living room with his chin. “Go make yourself comfortable. It’ll only take me a second to get the rest of this put away.”
    “If you insist.”
    “I do.”
    She turned on those sexy-as-all-hell heels of hers and headed toward the couch. Liam took just a second to watch her walk away, appreciating everything about the rearview.
    Harper looked over her shoulder, catching him in the act. “You get your fill or do you want me to do that again?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
    “Honey, I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.” That was a fact, and the sooner he got rid of these dishes the sooner he’d get more. He somehow managed to pull his gaze from her and went into the kitchen, quickly loading everything in the dishwasher.
    He made fast work with the gin and tonics and was joining Harper in the living room in less than five minutes.
    “How’s