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smoothed his flawless black wool jacket and waited. Not too many minutes later, the door opened and out stepped Darla, looking more amazing than he could have imagined.
    She wore a long red dress, a slit up one side, and shiny, black stilettos. Her long dark, glossy hair was down, the ends shifting with the slight breeze. She’d always worn it up in a knot of some sort, and now he could see it was nearly halfway down her back. Her jacket was a dark wool like his. “Left over from a Christmas party,” she said staring down at her ankles and pinching the dress.
    Aaron stepped closer, swallowed and held out his hand. “You look …amazing.” And like sex in stilettos. God, it took every ounce of his will-power not to pull her in for a steaming-hot kiss, and then press her up against the brick of her building, just to let go in her arms.
    The way she looked up at him, she was having similar thoughts. “You do, too.”
    “Hungry?”
    “Famished.”
    He led her toward the cab he’d asked to wait for them. He’d thought about using a driver, they had plenty of them with his production company, but he didn’t want to completely freak her out. As it was, tonight was already a little over the top.
    “Your chariot, my lady,” he said with a smile, and a wave of his arm.
    “Why, thank you, sir.” She slipped inside the cab, the slit of her dress giving him a jaw-dropping flash of creamy, lithe leg. Leg he could imagine wrapped around his waist. Bloody hell.
    “My pleasure,” he murmured, sliding beside her.
    The cabbie took off through the busy streets, drivers honking and pedestrians running out into traffic.
    “How long are you in the States for?” she asked.
    “The foreseeable future,” he answered. The slit of her gown revealed the point of her knee and he had to keep his hands fisted in his lap to keep from sliding his palm over it. Like putting a cookie on the counter and telling a child not to eat it. “I came back to the States for personal reasons, but also because my dad will be retiring soon.”
    “Family business?”
    “Yes. I’m a Sutherland.”
    She laughed. “I just realized , I never did get your last name.”
    “And I don’t know yours. We’ve kind of been on a whirlwind since we met.”
    “Yeah, but it’s been fun.” The woman had the most amazing smile, one that disarmed him at the same time he filled with tension.
    “Are you going to keep it a secret?” he asked, turning slightly in his chair, his hand brushing hers on the seat. Damn it, he needed to keep them in his lap.
    “ Strider.”
    “Darla Strider.” Sounded like a movie star. Only she was different than every other star he’d ever met—including Megan.
    “I like the way you say my name. Well, I like the way you talk in general.” She ducked her head, again showing a shy side that made him want to kiss her all the more.
    When she glanced back up at him, he said, “Let me guess, you’re a Gerard Butler fan.”
    She pinched he r thumb and forefinger together, a wicked grin on her lips. “Little bit.”
    Aaron laughed. “Maybe I’ll arrange for the two of you to meet one day, as long as you promise not to sail off into the sunset with him.”
    “Would you rather I sail off with you?”
    Caught off guard, he was struck speechless for a moment.
    She swatted his arm playfully. “I’m teasing!”
    He laughed, touched the tip of his finger to her nose. “You’re a funny lass, Darla Strider.”
    Aaron stroked his finger over her cheek to her chin. His gaze was captivated by her lips and he was seriously contemplating kissing her. Hell, he’d been fantasizing about it since the moment they first me. Just a taste to tide them over through dinner. He leaned forward just as the cab came to a stop.
    The cab driver interrupted a perfect opportunity by asking for his fare.
    “Ready?” Aaron asked.
    “Readier than ever.” Her voice was breathy, wistful.
    Aaron paid the driver, then slipped his hand around hers and led her