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The
water was like Heaven, though tainted by the flavor of smoke lingering in
her mouth. After two more small sips, she looked up at the firefighter.
“Thank you for the water…and for saving my life.”
He
inclined his head. “That’s my job.”
“Still, I want to repay you. May I buy you dinner Friday night?” Miri’s eyes widened at the invitation. What was she thinking? She never dated a man unless she had known him for a decent length of time, knew his character, friends, interests, and flaws. She did not go out with men she had just met, no matter how sexy. She certainly wasn’t the one to issue the request. A retraction hovered on the tip of her tongue, but his reply cut it off.
“It’s
not every day a beautiful woman offers me dinner. How can I say no?” His
blue eyes sparkled, as if he sensed she had been about to withdraw the
invitation.
She
couldn’t graciously change her mind now. Miri forced a small smile.
“Does Poplin Hills Country Club suit you?”
“If
that’s what you want.” The idea didn’t seem to thrill him. “I’ll
pick you up if you’ll give me your address.”
“No.”
She winced at the panic in her tone, hoping the lingering huskiness masked
it. “We’ll meet there. Seven-thirty?” She held her breath, expecting
him to argue. Hoping he would, giving her an out from the evening. She
wouldn’t feel at all guilty for rescinding the invitation should he
prove to be forceful or controlling. To her disappointment, he simply
nodded.
“I’ll see you then.” He started to turn, but paused, looking down at her. “I’m Nick Martin, by the way.” Then he was gone, fading back into the chaos of the scene on the front lawn of the staid private girls’ school.
She blushed upon realizing she hadn’t even caught his name before asking him to dinner. Hormones were to blame for her spontaneous action, which alarmed her further. She hadn’t surrendered to the pull of hormones as a teenager. It’s about time you did, whispered a sly voice in her mind—the voice she was careful to always repress and tune out. This time, it refused to be ignored, whispering all sorts of erotic suggestions about how the dinner date with Nick might end. Much to her surprise, she didn’t want to ignore the voice this time.
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