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her list that he had never
seen, and he had grown up here.
    “Just make sure to watch the weather forecast before you
head to the Empire State building. No point going up if you can’t see through
the clouds,” Matt suggested.
    “Oh yes! And the same with the Statue of Liberty. I want
that to be a gloriously sunny day,” Janie enthused. “And Central Park!” she
added.
    Janie was finishing the last of the food on her plate and
Matt smiled appreciatively. “I like a woman who eats!”
    Janie’s eyes widened and her brows wrinkled. Her fork
stopped moving on the plate, her mouth stopped in mid chew . He thinks that
I’m a pig? Does he think I’m fat?
    Matt continued. “It has always amazed me how a woman could
accept an invitation to dinner knowing that I was going to pay for it, order 3
or 4 courses, and then pick at each one, basically just moving the food around
the plate and barely eating. It is actually quite infuriating. And I speak for
many of my friends, and my brothers. It’s not just me. Thank you for eating!”
    Janie lifted her head and her eyes were met with that big
smile.
    “Really, that was a compliment,” Matt added sincerely.
    Janiefelt instant relief and the corners of her
mouth lifted ever so slightly. “You’re welcome?” she whispered, and continued
chewing.
    Matt chuckled and put the last of his bread in his mouth.
Janie was mesmerized by the movement of his mouth, imagining his lips, his
tongue on her.
    WHOA!! Once again Janie was horrified at her train of
thought. This is not right! This is not me! I’m married! ‘NO. You’re
not!’ came the reply. No …….. I’m not.
    “So you have brothers?” Janie tried to change the direction
of her thoughts.
    “Yep. Six. I am the oldest of seven boys.”
    “Your poor mom,” Janie couldn’t help but say. As the mother
of twin boys, she couldn’t even begin to imagine more than two. Seven! That was
amazing. She was immediately impressed with his mother.
    “And not one of us is in jail,” Matt grinned.
    “I’m sure your parents appreciate that,” Janie replied with
a wry smile.
    The waiter appeared and cleared the dinner plates. “Dessert
sir? Ma’am?”
    “Oh nothing for me,” Janie quickly responded. She had eaten
her salad and finished her ravioli, all but licking her plate. She wasn’t going
to order dessert – she couldn’t bring herself to do it after Matt’s comments. Was
it really a compliment? Does he think I‘m pudgy? That I eat too much?
    “I think we are all good here. Just the bill please.” The
waiter was dismissed.
    “Thank you for dinner, Matt. It was a nice way to spend my
first night here.”
    Nice? Nice? It was so much nicer than nice! Janie
thought.
    “You are very welcome. It was, er, nice,” Matt grinned.
    The waiter returned and Matt handed over a black credit card
without even glancing at the bill. The waiter disappeared again.
    “Seeing as though it’s such a clear evening, I thought we
might take the long way back to your hotel.” Matt pushed back his chair and
stood. Janie’s eyes were level with that silver belt buckle, which was threaded
through blue jeans, hanging on slim hips. Her eyes travelled upwards, over
small opaque buttons to an open collar, an Adam’s apple and a strong chin. On
to pink lips and then dark blue eyes. He was mesmerizingly beautiful to look
at.
    Can a man be considered beautiful? Robert was definitely
an attractive man; a few inches taller than her 5’6”, big brown eyes and sandy
blond hair. His features were proportioned well and he had a love handle or
two, but he had always blamed that on Janie’s good home cooking.  He had loved
her unconditionally and had been a wonderful father to their boys. They had
grown into fine men because of his example and guidance. But Janie had not
thought of him as beautiful. Matt was beautiful from the tip of his head to his
feet. And that’s dressed! Imagine undressed!
    Janie blushed red and looked down at the napkin in