"Ow!" she squeaked, her cheeks flushing scarlet.
"Sweet…" he drawled, still holding her hips possessively before letting go. "Now let's have dinner before it gets cold." His wink was pure mischief — teasing, unapologetic, and dripping with satisfaction. Ivy shot him a mock glare, rubbing her stung backside as she slid off his lap.
She shuffled away, still muttering under her breath, and that was when something on the computer caught her eye. The glow of the screen reflected in her eyes — their photo, the one from the engagement party. Her smile faltered. "What's this?" she asked softly, already reaching toward the laptop on the table.
Winn froze mid-motion. Shit. He had forgotten that the article was still open when he told her she could use his computer earlier. "Ivy, you don't want to read that."
