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with Nick, interrogating him adroitly, but he was holding his own quite
nicely. He parried her questions with playful wit, frankly laughing at her.
Lisa was unruffled, claiming a sisterly right to be rude to any potential
boyfriend.
    Or
so Christine read in the challenging look Lisa gave her as Christine tried to
frown down her irreverent sister. Lisa whispered as she passed by walking back
into the bedroom, “Maybe you’ll have better luck, I can’t get anything out of
this guy.”
    Christine
looked up at Nick apologetically, but whatever she was about to say just flew
from her mind and scattered to the four winds. He was looking at her and was no
longer smiling. If anything, he looked rather grim, and Christine wondered what
had displeased him so. Maybe she should have worn a dress…
    Fashion
sense was the furthest thing from Nick’s mind. He did not even notice what she
was wearing at all.
    On
the drive over, he had convinced himself that he had been exaggerating the
force of his attraction on the previous day. Christine was a nice, attractive
girl but hardly the most beautiful girl he had ever met, and when he saw her
again, he would not want to rip her clothes off and run his hands all over her
body at all. At least not until after a few more dates and a little foreplay,
he temporized, relishing the thought. They would have a nice date, and maybe a
kiss goodnight, but whatever happened, he will be in control of the situation
and will not get carried away.
    And
now she was here, and he knew he was in big trouble. He had never seen her with
her hair down, and his befuddled mind was murmuring goddess over and
over again. He wanted to bury his face in her hair and nuzzle her neck. How he
was going to get through a proper first date with his blood running as hot as
this, he couldn’t imagine.
    “Is
anything wrong?” Christine asked as he continued to stare at her with that
queer look on his face. “Should I change? I didn’t know where we were going, so
if a dress is more appropriate…”
    Nick
shook his head as if waking up (and that wasn’t so far wrong) and tried a
smile. It was obviously an effort, but better than that starey look. “No, what
you have on is fine. I just suddenly remembered something, and I sort of
drifted off. Nothing important,” he reassured her.
    Oh,
yeah? Christine thought
satirically, You didn’t see your face. Whatever it was, it was important. But she didn’t pursue the matter, but obediently got her purse so that they
could get going.
    Nick
had chosen a small restaurant that was known only to a handful of people, and
had no set menu. You had to reserve ahead and order what you wanted, and the
chef would prepare it for you. It was like having a private chef at your own
home; all parties are given a private dining room. Needless to say, it cost the
earth, but well worth it.
    It
had seemed like a good idea in the cold light of day, but as they were being
led to their dining room, Nick realized it was too intimate to be safe. But he
couldn’t welsh on the reservation; the head chef was a personal friend, and
would never forgive him.
    Christine
grew up middle class, so fancy restaurants were not unknown to her, but the
understated elegance of the restaurant impressed her more than any opulent
display of wealth. She had a shrewd idea that this was not a place where you
simply walked in, and she was gratified to have her hunch confirmed when she
saw the wine and appetizers being laid out as they came in.
    “Very
nice,” she murmured. “I bet you know the owner,” Christine said after they had
been seated and wine had been poured out.
    The
room was small, intended for just two people, but it was tastefully furnished
with a large settee and covered with a good quality burgundy-colored carpet.
There were small oil paintings placed strategically along the walls depicting a
dancing couple in various poses in what seemed to be a Regency period drawing
room.
    “You
could say that,” Nick