Alicia's lips twitched at the edges, but she kept her expression relatively smooth.
"Twice," she said softly. "Once during drinks, the second time during the salad course." She turned as she spoke, her lips nearly brushing his jaw, and she caught site of his mother's pleased smirk, although a couple of the other women were shooting daggers at her.
His hand was warm on her knee, and she covered it with her own, hoping he wouldn't slide it any higher because, after all, his mother was at the table.