Page 75 of Love on the Run

When Anna sat up in bed and stretched her arms above her head, Beau made every effort to ignore her.

“How long was I out?” she asked in that sleepy voice that zipped into his brain and paralyzed him.

“A few hours. Feeling better?”

“I am. Have you had dinner?”

Beau glanced at the clock on his phone. “Nope. You want me to go grab something for us?”

“Actually, I was thinking about a steak. I wonder if there’s a wait at Liberty Grill.”

“I’ll call and find out.”

Anna threw the blanket off her legs and slipped out of the bed. “I’ll get ready.”

Within minutes, they had a table waiting for them downstairs. They’d been together every moment for almost a week, and their time together was slipping away.

This was the last thing he could have seen coming. He’d gotten a peek at life with Anna, and now he wanted more.

Fifteen minutes later, Anna stepped out of the bathroom with wavy hair and wearing a shiny gold dress that should have been classified as a weapon.

He was staring—no, gawking—and he had zero motivation to stop as she casually slipped gold rings onto her fingers and hoop earrings into her ears.

Anna brushed her hands down the sides of her dress, looking down to inspect it before lifting her gaze to him. “What? Does it look okay?”

Beau looked away, scratching the back of his neck as he stood quickly from the couch. “Yeah. You look amazing. I should change.”

Ducking into the bathroom, he had a couple of minutes to give himself a pep talk before facing Anna again. Never in his life had he been so flustered over a woman. Now, he was stuck in close proximity to the one who had gotten under his skin.

He could do this. He could have dinner with a beautiful woman and not lose himself.

What a joke. He was already gone. The damage was done, and he’d let it happen.

When they stepped into the empty elevator, Anna checked herself in the reflective walls, turning and swiping her hands over her curves.

Beau stuffed his hands into his pockets and stretched his neck from one side to the other. “Will you stop that? You look amazing.”

Anna turned her bright eyes on him, and she might as well have pinned him to the wall. She reached up to adjust the collar of his shirt before sliding her hands down his chest.

Good grief, if she didn’t stop touching him, his hands were going to come out of his pockets and do something they shouldn’t.

“You look amazing too,” she whispered.

Beau set his jaw. Why was the elevator moving at a snail’s pace? He needed air and space between them.

Lots of space.

The torture chamber finally released them, and Anna slipped her arm around his as they made their way through the lobby to the Grill. The hostess quickly sat them at a small table for two next to the large windows overlooking the dark mountains.

They both skimmed the menu in silence. Beauquickly decided on a pork chop, then made every effort not to stare at Anna.

How could he be expected not to look at her when she was two feet away? It was the equivalent of setting a hot steak in front of a starving man.

Anna finally laid her menu down and picked up her phone, immediately sighing at whatever waited on the screen.

“You can turn it off,” Beau reminded her.

She scrolled through the notifications. “More calls from Mom, texts from Olivia, messages from Brittany. I should have invited her to dinner.”

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