Liam held the door of his Mercedes open for Roxanne and then checked his watch as he slid into the driver’s seat. “Have you eaten anything yet?” By the time they left the dress shop, it was eight o’clock. He didn’t know about her, but his stomach was quickly beginning to protest.

Roxanne shook her head as she climbed into his Mercedes and smiled. “I could eat.”

He started the car, and they were on their way a few seconds later. “What are you in the mood for?”

Roxanne shrugged, giving him a shy smile, even though she was anything but. “Pizza, Italian... but anything is fine.”

He raised his...