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he sprang me free. Whatever it is, he can handle it for you.”
     
    “I didn’t break the law,” she said in a curt voice. Riley didn’t like this intrusion in her personal life. It was a wrong move to allow him to get this close. She shouldn’t have come out with him.
     
    As she pushed back her chair, he raised both hands. “Fine, I’m sorry. I won’t ask any questions. Stay, please. Come on. Please.”
     
    She didn’t want to be very difficult, and damn it, she liked the guy. Riley sighed, as she resumed eating. “Let’s not make this personal,” she said.
     
    “You must be the only woman in this world who has these rules, you know. Most women can’t wait to spill their guts about their family, themselves, and the wrongs that were done to them.”
     
    “No wrong was done to me, and in any case, you were the one who said that I was unique and that I wasn’t like other women.”
     
    He raised his glass. His eyes gleamed, and she longed to run her hands over the stubble on his cheeks. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel his skin, but with some effort she resisted the primal urges that surged through her body. “Touché. So what’s your favorite color?” he said.
     
    “What?”
     
    “It’s not personal. This is a generic question.”
     
    She rolled her eyes, but he sure had a point. The man had a sense of humor. Score for him again. She wondered what it would be like to make love to him, to have their limbs entwined with each other, and to kiss his full lips. “It’s purple.”
     
    “Why?”
     
    “Because I loved Barney as a dinosaur.”
     
    “For me, black is the eternal color. It’s cool, it’s calm, and it’s always in.”
     
    She couldn't believe that they were having this insane conversation, but Riley quite enjoyed it. From colors, they moved on to movies and favorite actors. “Come on, you haven’t seen Fast and Furious, any of them. That’s a crying shame,” he said.
     
    “Men and cars. Ahem!” She enjoyed the clam chowder, as they debated about movies. “It doesn’t do anything for me. Sure, the men are good-looking, but the cars are better looking. So yeah…it doesn’t hold that much appeal to me.”
     
    “Bite your tongue. If the women hear you, they will rip you apart from limb to limb. I know a few women who practically worship those guys.”
     
    She laughed. He was a funny guy, and it was easy to relax with him. “I guess I don’t know a thing. For me, a good movie is one where I can laugh and smile. Cars. Guns. Bombs. Espionage. That’s not what makes me tick.”
     
    “I’ll keep that in mind. For our next date, we could go watch a movie.”
     
    She bit her tongue. This was the right time to tell him that she didn’t want a next time and there wouldn’t be another date, but somehow she couldn’t bring out the words. She liked him far too much, more than she’d planned. He had a way about him. She could tell that he wanted to know more about her, but also at the same time, he was resisting all curiosity just so he wouldn’t piss her off. She appreciated a guy who could take the trouble to know what a girl liked and what she didn’t.
     
    “I don’t know about that.”
     
    Luckily, he didn’t push her. Instead, they began talking about other things. “The best thing about Boston is that you can have a variety of experiences, but it’s not crowded and it’s easily navigable. Have you been to New York? The traffic, the crowds, and the sheer urgency of the people…I was tired just looking at them.”
     
    “Yeah, I lived there for a year.” She also hadn’t liked the city all that much. Sure, those who loved it never moved away, but it just wasn’t for her. She liked a place where she could breathe. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to live here for long, but that was another story. When she moved away, she would miss the city and its people. In Boston, she felt as if she was home. In her years of travel, she’d never experienced a
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