"Let's make s'mores," I said, while leaning over the railing with Gideon wrapped around my back.
"On that portable patio fireplace."
His teeth caught my earlobe and he whispered, "I want to lick melted chocolate off your body."
Yes, please .
I teased him, "Wouldn't that burn?" "Not if I do it right."
I turned to face him, and he picked me up and sat me on the wide handrail.
Then he stepped between my legs and hugged me around the hips.
There was a wonderful peace that accompanied the twilight and we both sank into it.
I ran my hands through his hair, just as the night breeze did.
"Have you talked to Ireland at all?" I asked, thinking of his half sister who was as beautiful as their mother.
I'd met her at a Vidal Records party, and it became evident pretty quickly that she was hungry for any word or news about her eldest brother.
"No."
"What do you think about bringing her over for dinner when my dad's in town?" Gideon's head tilted to the side as he observed me.
"You want to invite a seventeen-year-old to dinner with me and your dad."
"No, I want your family to meet my family."
"She'll be bored."
"How would you know?" I challenged.
"In any case, I think your sister hero-worships you.
As long as you pay attention to her, I'm sure she'll be thrilled."
"Eva."
He sighed, clearly exasperated.
"Be real.
I haven't the slightest idea how to entertain a teenage girl."
"Ireland's not some random kid, she's - " "She might as well be!" He scowled at me.
It struck me then.
"You're afraid of her."
"Come on," he scoffed.
"You are.
She scares you."
And I doubted it had anything to do with his sister's age or that she was a girl.