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other side of the
car opened and Matt slid in.  Tonight he was in dark blue jeans with a pale
blue dress shirt and a black blazer. His dark hair still danced with the collar
of his shirt. He slapped his hands down on his thighs and told Ray they were
ready to go.
    Janie looked down at her hands in her lap, clasping her
small black clutch and suddenly felt nauseatingly nervous. She could feel small
beads of sweat forming on her forehead and her stomach was doing flips. Her
breathing became shallow and Janie grabbed at the door of the car, searching
for the button to wind down the window.
    “Janie? You okay?” Matt sounded concerned.
    “I need some air,” she stuttered.
    “Ray! Window! Down!”
    Cool air whipped into the car and Janie felt instantly
better as she moved her head to the open window. Breathe. In and out ,
she told herself.
    “Umm. Is there anything I can do for you Janie?” Matt
sounded worried.
    “No, the air is helping. I think I must be just overwhelmed
or tired or something. I’ll be fine.”
    Matt sat back and put his hand to his forehead. Rubbing back
and forth he wondered to himself what the hell was going on. Since 5am this
morning he had not stopped thinking about this woman who had run into him
twice, literally, and now was sitting in the back of his car with her head out
the window like a Labrador! He knew it was crazy, he couldn’t quite wrap his
head around it, but he had never wanted a woman more.
    *****
    Matt held open the non-descript door of the restaurant. Inside
was trimmed in dark wood with red and white checkered tablecloths and there
were small lamps on every table. It reminded Janie of the movie Lady & the
Tramp, although in this case she decided, the roles were reversed and Matt was
the “Lady” and she was the “Tramp”.
    “Something amusing?” Matt asked, looking through long lashes
with a hint of a smile.
    “I was just thinking this reminded me of Lady & the
Tramp,” Janie giggled.
    A big smile appeared on Matt’s face and he bent down and
whispered into Janie’s ear. “Shall we order spaghetti then?”
    Janie’s eyes widened and her cheeks blushed red. His warm
breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine and she felt her knees
weaken just a bit.
    The hostess rescued Janie by appearing and greeting Matt by
name. “Good evening Mr. Lathem, welcome back. Your table is ready, if you’ll
follow me?” She batted her lashes and swung her hips as she swayed ahead of us.
    She didn’t even acknowledge me , Janie thought, but
she sure was attentive to Matt! He’s my date!
    WHOA!!! Janie stopped her trail of thought. Where
is this coming from? It’s total craziness!
    They were seated towards the back of the restaurant, passing
several diners on the way. The food smelled heavenly and Janie realized she
wasn’t just hungry, she was starving! The hostess handed Janie a menu and then
bent forward, awkwardly, as she handed one to Matt . Real smooth , Janie
thought, That wasn’t obvious at all!
    Matt took his menu, appearing not to take any notice of the
breasts being forced in his face. Miss Hostess, straightened, made some comment
about the waiter being right out, and turned and walked away looking irritated.
    Hmph! Serves you right for being just a little too
forward , Janie smiled inwardly. That is certainly a gentlemanly thing to
do – not ogle the hostess when on a date. Point scored for Matt.
    *****
    The ravioli was divine. The garlic bread was perfect. The
bottle of red wine was almost finished. Conversation had flowed between them,
constant and easy. Matt had approved of Janie’s ‘MUST SEE’ list while in the
city. She had spoken with eager anticipation about the highlights she couldn’t
miss, and Matt could tell she had planned to the minutest detail. She was
animated and she reminded him of a child on a Christmas Eve, full of
anticipation and wonder. Well, what he thought a child would be like, as he
didn’t have any of his own. There were things on