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can always get another job.”
    Guilt was an awful thing to swallow. This was the best job Meggy had ever had. She loved this job.
    “Who would have thought we’d get a woman who wanted to cook for her dates?” she muttered. “Ridiculous!”
    Well, not from a man’s point of view. That is, if he actually wanted a date.
    She sighed, brave disappointment on her face. “That’s it, then.”

    If he screwed this up for her, could he forgive himself? Probably not.
    “I guess no job’s perfect.” She sighed again.
    It was only one date. He could do it. Drawing an extra deep breath, he said, “Okay, you win, but don’t expect me to bail you out again. This is the last time, understood?”
    “You’ll…do the date?” She looked stunned.
    No wonder. He felt stunned. Already he could kick himself for rescuing her again. “What do I have to do?”
    “I can’t believe this,” she whispered. A tear welled in her eye. “You haven’t dated since…”
    “Don’t start. Just tell me what I have to do.”
    “Thank you, Pete,” she said in a shaky voice as a tear dropped on her cheek.
    “Darn it, Meggy, stop that.” She knew he couldn’t stand tears. He rubbed the tear away with his thumb.
    She sniffed and gave him the watery smile she’d perfected as a toddler. “We’d better go meet the guy who plans the dates.”
    He followed Meggy down one hallway and then another, wondering what other guy would feel sick to his stomach knowing he had a date with a gorgeous redhead. A real, honest-to-goodness date. Time alone with a woman when you weren’t sure what you were going to say or what was going to happen?
    From junior high on, he’d been paired with Lisa. He’d never had to plan where they were going or what they’d do. Well, that much wouldn’t change. Dream Date would take care of the planning.

    He knew they were getting close to the meeting room when the girls’ basketball team spotted him and started up that stupid “Pete, Pete, Pete” thing again. The piercing whistles came from the tallest girl. Pete had to respect the way she could whistle with her fingers in her mouth. He’d have given a baseball card to be able to do that when he’d been a kid.
    In a conference room Sunny sat on a short sofa, showing more leg than she wanted if you judged by the way she shifted around, tugging at that little skirt. As far as Pete was concerned, she might as well give in gracefully. Those were truly great legs.
    As he entered the room, the first thing he noticed was the change in Sunny. Her wide-eyed, admiring expression was the one he usually got from women these days. Even if it was only The Face she liked, it was better than her earlier reaction. The change seemed strange. Stranger still was the fact it mattered.
    Sunny felt like an idiot, giving Pete her warmest smile, but with twenty-eight years of practice, she knew what to do when life threw her a curve. As long as she had to do a televised date with this guy, she’d make the best of it. All she had to do was act as if Pete were the answer to a single girl’s prayer. He was probably used to that role. It was only TV, and she’d played “pretend” all of her life.
    As he settled into the love seat beside her, Pete’s arm touched hers lightly, briefly. Just one touch, but tingles radiated along her arm. It was all she could do to keep from rubbing the sensation away. Herheart raced, but it had to be from nerves, not awareness.
    “Sunny Keegan,” she said, extending her hand.
    “Pete Maguire,” he responded, taking hers. His hand was slightly callused, a working man’s hand, and his handshake was confident, firm, just right.
    Sitting slightly sideways, he slid his arm along the low-backed cushion behind her. His scent was exactly the way she liked men to smell, faintly of soap and woodsy aftershave, not that he was leaning too close or coming on to her. Any man Pete’s size took a little more than his share of the room.
    He seemed almost shy, but