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allowing that to happen!
    “I would appreciate it if you stayed for a while longer. We still need to finish the rest of our date.” I couldn’t help but flash a smile at her.
    “I can’t, Ryan. My friends and I have to be at the airport by three.”
    Snatching my suit-jacket from the back of the chair, I shook my head.
    “Not to worry, I have no problem rescheduling your flight.”
    She stood there, glaring at me.
    From the way she looked at me, I could sense a part of her wanted to stay, as the other was begging her to leave the room.
    “I’m not too certain about this…”
    “Look, I understand we haven’t known each other very long. I get it, trust me,” I assured her.
    “Call me selfish, but I’m not ready to let you go yet. You fascinate me, Olivia Johnson.”
    The sound of my words surprised her.
    Her eyes blinked more than necessary, as if she were trying to find the right words to say.
    “So…I fascinate you? Oh Ryan, you have done nothing but mesmerize me since the night we danced.”
    My eyes widened a bit. “Does this mean that you will stay?”
    She smiled, nodding her head in response.
    My first instinct was to hold her in my arms, but I did not want to scare her half to death.
    “Just let me text one of my friends to let them know that I am going to stay here for a couple of more hours.”
    “After your friends are aware of your whereabouts, please get dressed. There are clothes laid out on the bed for you. We are running behind as of the moment.” I strolled out of the room, leaving her to wonder.
    * * * *
    “Why can’t you just tell me where we are going?” She was becoming more agitated as Matthew pulled out of the hotel parking lot.
    I looked over at her, a small grin upon my lips.
    “Must you need to know every little detail?”
    She looked down at her ensemble. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know if I should feel ridiculously over or under dressed.”
    “How many times do I need to tell you? You look beautiful,” I assured her, taking a hold of one of her hands.
    “If you say so…”
    Matthew pulled up in front of a small bistro.
    I opened my door before he ascended out of the car. “Don’t stress over this one, Matthew. I have it.”
    “We are having lunch?” was the first thing she asked as soon as she stepped out of the car.
    I held my hand out for her to take, respectfully smiling.
    “There is somebody you should meet. If you don’t mind…”
    Before she protested to back out, I escorted her closer to the front door.
    Matthew held one of them open for us.
    Sweat formed in Via’s palm as we followed the hostess to our table. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the feel of her nervous perspiration. As amusing as this is, I know she is going to ream my ass later.
    “Ryan! I am so glad you made it.” The middle-aged woman beamed the moment I strolled into view.
    Her smile grew wider once she noticed that I had a hold of a young lady’s hand. “Are you going to introduce us to your friend, dear?”
    Ignoring my mother’s persistence, I focused my attention on my date.
    “Via, this is my mother and father, William and Sarah Rayner.”
    My eyes flowed over to them sitting side-by-side. “Mom, Dad, this is Olivia Johnson.”
    My mother’s eyes twinkled like the Northern star. “Olivia, such a beautiful name.”
    I held out a chair for Via.
    She sat, not removing her eyes from my parents with a small smile.
    Her gaze appeared to have the same effect on them as it did me. They seemed captivated and intrigued, since both were now staring at her. My intuitive mother scanned her eyes over Via with the expression on her face she always wore when attempting to read someone. A small smile appeared on her face.
    “It is so great to meet you. Ryan couldn’t stop talking about how much he adored his parents over dinner last night. Please, call me Via.”
    She had them eating out of the palm of her hand.
    Is there anyone this woman couldn’t charm?
    My mother looked from