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silence, a tension growing between them. Melissa realized from
the glances he sent her way that it was sexual tension—neither of them
could help but notice the affect they had on one another.
    The
limo arrived at their destination, and Melissa stepped out onto the sidewalk.
From the outside, The Palace didn’t look so much like its namesake as it
resembled some old-world mansion, perhaps like the one in The Secret Garden.
The entrance was guarded by an iron-wrought and stone gate, and directly beyond
towered two tall pines dressed up with white Christmas lights that stayed there
year-round.
    To
stand beyond the gates was like standing in a square—you were surrounded
on all three sides by the Palace’s walls, with the eyes of its arched windows
staring down at you. The lamps lighting up the square threw warm light on the stonewalls so that they appeared welcome, rather than
threatening.
    Inside
was a different matter. They were greeted warmly by lemon-yellow walls, red and
gold carpeting, honey-oak furniture and palm fronds. Scott led her past the
check-in desk and into the restaurant, where they were seated at a small round
table next to soaring windows providing a spectacular view of the city.
    They
started off with lobster risotto and foie gras accompanied with a white wine. Scott smiled at the
flush of pleasure in Melissa’s cheeks as she sampled the food.
    “ Mmm . This is divine.” She licked her red lips, and suddenly
his jacket was too hot. He didn’t take it off though—to do so would be
unseemly for more than one reason; it would show that he was uncomfortable, and
also Le Cirque demanded that men dressed appropriately with dinner jackets.
    “I
know. And those are just the appetizers. Wait until we get to the main course.”
He winked and brought a bite of risotto to his mouth. “I remember you telling
me you were the head of concept design. What exactly does that mean?”
    As
she launched into an explanation, he soaked her in, her beauty, the sheer
pleasure of just being with her again. Many of the women he’d taken out to
dinner either were incredibly picky about what they ate or hardly ate at all,
wanting to maintain their figures.
    Melissa
ate with relish, truly enjoying the food and not at all worrying about what it
would do to her body. Certainly she might not have the svelte figures of the
other women he dated, but as a result her disposition was far more pleasant
than theirs could ever be.
    He
couldn’t believe how much she’d matured. Back when they’d graduated she’d still
seemed like she was trying to find her footing. But now she was a woman grown,
with a life of her own, clearly comfortable living it without the assistance of
anyone else. He imagined that after ten years such a thing was to be expected…
but still. To him, at that moment, that span of time seemed to pass in the
blink of an eye, as if it were only yesterday they were still walking the halls
of Rochester High.
    Melissa
blinked those bewitching grey eyes of hers. “Is something wrong?”
    He
shook his head, a smile coming to his lips. “Absolutely not. In fact, nothing
could be more right than right…now. It’s great to be here with you, Melissa. Normally women are always after
something when they go out with me—whether it’s sex, money, or power.
You… you don’t come across as anything other than yourself. For a while I’d
forgotten women like you existed.”
    “Women
like me?” she replied, wrinkling her nose the way she always had when she was
confused. He remembered how he used to think it cute, and realized that he
still did.
    “Yes.
Women who don’t compromise the core of who they are just to impress someone
else —” he waved a hand to indicate himself and their surroundings —
“You’re not trying to act all poised and sophisticated and high-brow. You’re
just being who you always have been—sweet, wholesome, lovely Melissa.”
    A
blush spread across Melissa’s cheeks as a warm feeling