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What was with all the swiveled heads Prue was getting? Moving closer as they walked, he cupped her elbow with the gallant intention of escorting her up the steps of Chez Gaspard. At the touch of her warm soft flesh, a pleasurable jolt of electricity shot through him. He blinked a few times. What the hell was going on? Was his Mercury retrograde, as Prue was always saying? He gave her a quick glance, but his off kilter mode didn’t seem to affect her. In fact she appeared to be confident and glowing.
Once identification was confirmed, they were shown to a table by a fawning man boy whose attitude gave the impression Prue was all that and Simon was merely a walking talking table ornament not to be acknowledged. Simon put his foot down. Enough of this crap. With his size elevens, he adroitly maneuvered man boy aside and held the lady’s chair. With a request for a drink menu, he sent the junior toady on his way.
Now seated across from Prue, he attempted to regain his normal composure. This was good ole Prue for God’s sake, not some mystery date.
She unrolled the linen napkin and patted it onto her lap. Her eyes swept up to meet his in a slow motion gesture he’d never noticed on her before.
He cleared his throat. “I was surprised you chose this place.”
“Don’t you like it here, Simon?” Her voice was low and purring, as though she’d already sipped a measure of wine.
He surveyed the white and gold elegance. “Oh, sure, what’s not to like? Though you have to admit it’s a one eighty from our usual greasy spoon.”
That elicited a semblance of a smile. “To think anyone actually prefers fast food to French cuisine.”
“This from a woman who has been known to double back for additional honey mustard sauce.”
She shuddered delicately. “Tastes can change, darling.”
She’d called him darling. “You are full of surprises tonight.”
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