It was a knowing grin that she sent his way, their heads a scant few centimeters apart. His hand over hers, holding rather than sliding it aside, was warm and firm. Her eyes shifted in a fleeting look to his lips, and she bit her own lower lip in anticipation. A measured, slow bite that left nothing in question.

"I know just the place," she answered in a low, husky tone before closing that impossibly close breath of space between them for another kiss.

Her free hand fumbled into her clutch purse, and finding a handful of credit chits, she scooped them out and onto the bar top.