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you?”
    She realized two things: Lance didn’t want to talk about himself, and there was definitely more to him than his sexy good looks. “Growing up in Austin, I dreamed of being a news correspondent and traveling all over the world.” Her fingers closed around the stem of the glass. “When that didn’t work out, this sort of just happened when a magazine wanted a fresh article on Austin. The story led to another and another. By the time I graduated from college, I had logged a lot of miles on my mother’s car and written over fifty articles. I like traveling and discovering things people might have overlooked. After graduation, I just kept going and writing.”
    “Where were you before you came here?” he asked.
    “Where the rich and famous play, Martha’s Vineyard.” She laughed. “Besides the historic fishing villages, it has breezy beaches, adorable towns, delicious food. The lobster was out of this world.”
    He gazed at her over his glass. “The wealthy are here as well. Is that what drew you?”
    “No,” she answered. She would not be miffed with him. “People and places draw me. Martha’s Vineyard and here can be expensive, but both can be enjoyed by families on a budget, one of the things I take great care to point out.”
    He placed his glass aside. “You’re different.”
    “Good or bad?” she asked.
    “I haven’t figured it out,” he said, staring at her intently.
    Butterflies took flight in Fallon’s stomach. She reminded herself that she was leaving in less than a week and hoped she listened.
    “Your food.” The waiter served them both. “Is there anything else I can get either of you?”
    “Fallon?”
    Fallon mentally shook herself and looked at her plate. “I’m good.”
    “Same here. Thanks.”
    Fallon tucked her head to bless the food, then reminded herself this was a thank-you dinner. Finished, she reached for her quesadilla and took a generous bite. Moaned. Savored. She did love good food. When she opened her eyes Lance was staring at her. The heat in his eyes almost singed her. He wasn’t being distant now.
    He broke contact first and reached for his knife and fork. “Why didn’t the news correspondent dream work out?”
    Fallon wondered how he could revert back to being impersonal after eating her with his eyes, then realized it took practice. But why would he have learned such self-control? Her natural curiosity to see what others didn’t kicked in.
    He looked up when she didn’t answer. “I hope I’m not being too personal.”
    She reached for her drink. She sipped and studied him over the rim of her highball glass. He didn’t fidget, just kept her gaze. That took practice as well. There was definitely more to Lance than met the eye. Perhaps he deserved the whole story, but not tonight. “Something tells me you wouldn’t care if you were.”
    The corners of his sensual mouth quirked. “How is your food?”
    “Delicious.”
    “That’s always good to hear.”
    Fallon glanced up to see Brandon Grayson, owner of the Red Cactus, a wide grin on his handsome face. “You couldn’t cook a bad dish if you tried.”
    Brandon’s grin widened. “If you ever have trouble getting a table, ask the hostess to find me.”
    “I’ll do that,” Fallon said, pleased. She’d met Lance and Brandon at a late luncheon at his wife’s family-owned hotel, Casa de Serenidad .
    Brandon shook Lance’s outstretched hand. “Good seeing you again.”
    Lance nodded toward Fallon. “Thank Fallon. She suggested we eat here.”
    “But Lance was smart enough to get reservations,” she said, amused. “So this is a joint effort.”
    “Faith taught me that two is always better than one.” Brandon glanced between Lance and Fallon.
    Fallon hoped she wasn’t blushing. She didn’t dare look at Lance. “Your wife is wonderful. Naomi is so excited about the wedding reception at her hotel. She still can’t believe she and Richard were able to obtain one of the smaller