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guy.  He was dangerous in both arenas. 
         And, Sadie had made it clear he wasn’t in the market for a woman, so to let the male in him affect her was pure foolishness!  She wasn’t sure what had happened, or just how he’d managed to get to her, or what it all might mean.
         He was extremely handsome in his black, collarless suit and turquoise shirt.  He wore black Snake skin boots with an undercut heel.   She liked the way his hair curled over his collar onto his shoulders.  His legs were muscular; one could see the muscles rippling under the crisp, sharply creased slacks.  He was altogether, a very dashing package.    
         She was mystified.  This man's very presence packed a wallop.  She couldn't quite figure out why.  Was it his eyes?  His personality?  His Australian accent?  His formidable build?  It was all of those things, she supposed, but it was more than that.  When he was in the room, you just didn't pay any attention to anything or anyone, else.  He simply commanded attention and created excitement wherever he was.  Callie knew it, instinctively. 
         And, the way he'd looked at her;  she grabbed her throat just thinking about it.  He was ... very unsettling.  She knew that word kept coming into her mind, but she just couldn't find another one. 
         She felt as if he'd looked into the depths of her soul and examined it carefully.  It felt as though he had looked, and then deposited something inside her;  something that would make her respond to him, whenever he wished.  She felt almost violated. 
         Yet, it was not in a way that she could say there was anything wrong .  It had just been pervasive, and thorough;  but not evil.  Rather, it was kind of a lovely, breathless feeling.  But it still frightened her.
         Callie sighed heavily, and went to take a long, hot bath.
       Sadie came back around four o'clock that afternoon.  "Callie?" she called eagerly.
         "In here."  Callie answered from her bedroom. 
         Sadie burst in, all smiles.  "How soon can you be dressed?"  she demanded.
         "Oh;  half an hour, maybe.  Why, may I ask?" she answered uneasily.
         "Because, Sam is taking us to dinner."  Sadie explained exuberantly.
        "Oh!  Sadie, no.  I don't think so."  Callie protested.  She discovered that her heart was hammering against her ribs.  "Sadie, I can’t.  He's not ... you know.  He seems nice, but he really makes me extremely uncomfortable."
         Sadie shook her head.  "You'll get used to him.  He's wonderful.  And it's a very big honor, at least for me, to have him ask.  Come on, now!  Please, will you do this for me?  I've never been asked to dinner by Sam.  Now, if you won't go, it might mess things up for me.”
         “You've just got to come along, Callie!  Please?  He's my boss, you know.  Please do this, for me.  You know how it is;  he’s single, I’m single.  He couldn’t take just me to dinner; it would look really bad.  Please, please, please!"
         Callie growled, and rolled her eyes.  "Okay, okay.  Just give me a few minutes.  And don't you dare tell him I'm not like you.  The last thing I need is that steamroller of a man trying to ' save me'."  She dramatized.
           "Oh, Callie, he's not like that at all, I promise you.  But thank you, thank you !  I won't forget this!"
         Callie pressed her lips together, and turned to her wardrobe.  "Neither, I fear, will I."  She agreed dryly. 
         She went through her wardrobe with a critical eye.  What did one wear to sing in a revival tent meeting? She wondered.  "Something modest.  Very nice, but not too flashy.  Don't want to be over dressed."  She muttered.
         She chose a crisp, white sun dress, with a long denim duster over.  Then, she selected a pair of white Western boots with tall, undercut heels.  She looked at herself critically in the