Scorsolini Baby Scandal. Lucy Monroe

into the driver’s seat, giving Davin a superior look. “Not all men are such Neanderthals that they think women are lesser drivers.”

      Kiki wasn’t touching that old argument between them. She personally hated driving, especially back in New York, and was happy if anyone else wanted to play chauffeur.

      Mich joined her in the backseat, taking her hand in his as soon as their seat belts were buckled. It felt as if her heart had stopped and then started double-time at that small touch.

      He smiled at her, as if he knew exactly what the chaste physical connection was doing to her. Then he started caressing her hand with his thumb, the brushes back and forth never stopping.

      She’d had no idea that holding hands could be so sexual.

      Mich gave directions and a really fascinating tour commentary of the city and surrounding area over the next three hours with a stop for lunch outside the city.

      “Come to dinner with me,” he said as they drew up outside the tour hotel.

      It was crazy. Impulsive. But every instinct Kiki possessed told her that she could trust this man and that she would regret walking away right now. “Yes.”

      Joni about had a coronary, but Kiki wasn’t giving in, and eventually her friends left her alone with Mich.