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you tell your best friend’s father that you’ll do anything, be anything he ever dreamed of in a woman, if for one moment he’ll just stop seeing you as a child?
     
I stared doubtfully at my reflection. Could I do it? Could I make him look at me that way again? That last time I had been half-naked when he saw me, and my body certainly no longer resembled the little girl I had been. Was that the key? Dress so that he couldn’t pretend, couldn’t help but acknowledge that I had become a woman? I began tearing frantically through my closet, refusing to consider the ramifications if I happened to succeed.
     
“Molly! Five minutes!”
     
The lavender sundress set off the cornflower blue of my eyes to perfection. It also hit me mid-thigh and revealed lots and lots of tanned skin. If he was going to notice me in anything, that dress ought to do the trick. Since Jonathan was tall I opted for a pair of silvery high heels that made my legs look longer, and matched them with some chunky enameled bracelets. All I had left to do was figure out what to do with my hair.
     
Five minutes wasn’t time for anything fancy. I almost went with a ponytail, but I was afraid it would make me look about fifteen and looking younger was the absolute last thing I wanted. Despite summer’s lingering heat I decided to wear it down and quickly brushed it out until the dark golden strands rippled in gleaming waves with the edges curling up along my collarbones.
     
“Mol- ly !”
     
I grabbed my purse and started to dash out, then remembered I was wearing heels. Dashing down the stairs in those would likely end with a trip to the emergency room rather than a restaurant, so I held myself back to a sedate walk and glided down instead of sprinting. I spotted Jonathan looking up impatiently—would he notice me? Really notice?
     
He had enough control of himself that I almost didn’t catch it, but his eyes gave him away. His gaze started at my toes and swept up and I saw his eyes widen, glimpsed the sudden heat of predatory desire flash across his face. It vanished almost as quickly as I caught it, but it was there. It was definitely there. If I’d had the slightest bit of sense I would have been terrified, but instead I felt ten feet tall and ready to take on the world. I gave him a sassy smile as I stepped off the stairs and looked him straight in the eyes.
     
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
     
For an instant he didn’t react, but then he gave me a slow, deliberately wicked grin that made every nerve in my body quiver at attention. “Anything worth having is worth waiting for.”
     
Oh my god. He was flirting ! And I didn’t want him to stop. “Hm. Maybe I should have kept you waiting a little longer, then.”
     
“Not unless you wanted me to carry you downstairs over my shoulder.”
     
“That sounds kind of dangerous.” Though not nearly as dangerous as the mental image of him carrying me over his shoulder to his bedroom. I suddenly felt like a mouse trapped by a very hungry cat, and somehow I knew that if he had come upstairs after me that was exactly how it would have played out. I shivered a little, even though it wasn’t at all cold.
     
“Very dangerous for both of us, so just as well you came down when you did. Shall we go?”
     
I watched him under the cover of my eyelashes as he drove us to the restaurant. In that fitted blue and gray check shirt with the collar open and a pair of navy trousers I figured women would be swooning the instant he walked in the door. Heck, I wasn’t sure I’d make it that long—my heart was already going pitter-pat before we even left the driveway, and every time those dark eyes glanced in my direction the heat puddling in my center threatened to leak out onto my panties. How could Jonathan get me hotter with just a look than any other guy had ever managed using his whole body?
     
“Wait,” Jonathan ordered as he pulled into the parking lot and turned off the engine, and to my