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to the restaurant entrance. The bouncer nodded to him and opened the door. He led her to the coat check, gliding his fingers into her collar, feeling the heat of her skin, the scent of her shampoo drugging him. He slid her out of the jacket, fingers running intimately down the length of her bare arms. Bloody, bloody hell. He swallowed, his cock raging. He shifted, took off his own jacket and willed his groin to tame itself.
    B ecause he’d made a reservation, the hostess immediately led them to a private, semi-circle velvet couch with a table.
    “Have a seat,” he said.
    “Been here a lot?” she asked with a raised brow. Her question made sense, getting prompt service at such a swanky, high-demand restaurant.
    He felt his face heat slightly. “Kind of goes with the territory,” he said with a shrug.
    “Sutherland!” A call from across the room, pulled his attention momentarily to one of the late night talk show hosts. Aaron waved, and turned to slide onto the couch beside Darla.
    “Is that… Jimmy Fallon?”
    Aaron nodded. “His studio is in the same building as a couple of our shows.”
    “Shows?” She pressed her hands to her forehead. “Oh my God, I just realized. Sutherland Productions is a television production company.”
    “Yes.” He smiled.
    “And your dad owns it.”
    He nodded. “Deal breaker?”
    She laughed, and glanced around the lounge, sweeping her hands out. “No, no, not at all. I just… All this makes sense now.”
    “Too much?”
    She cocked her head to the side, and then reached forward, putting her warm hand over top of his. “Not too much, just a complete surprise.”
    He raised a brow, and flipped his hand over so they were pressed palm to palm. “You can be honest with me.”
    “In that case,” she pinched her fingers together, “maybe it is just a tad much for a first date.”
    “But it ’s not our first date.”
    Her mouth formed a little O and Aaron wondered if he’d said the wrong thing. “Technically it ’s our third.” And had he now just shoved his foot into his mouth?
    “Third?” She dipped her shoulder a little, showing the creamy curve, and a freckle he’d like to put his lips on.
    “Not that I’m keeping track…” Damn, he felt like he was sticking his foot further and further down his throat.
    “Cocoa,” she counted off her fingers, “ice-skating, and dinner. You’re right. I’m a terrible gir—”
    She cut herself off before she said it, ducked her head, no doubt to hide the blush she was feeling. They were moving too fast. What was he thinking?
    A waiter approached. “Welcome to 48. My name is Keith, can I get you guys some cocktails to start off the evening?”
    Aaron looked to Darla. “Ladies first.”
    “Chardonnay, please.”
    “And for you, sir?” The waiter stood with his hands behind his back as he memorized their order.
    “I’ll have the same.”
    “I didn’t take you for a wine drinker,” Darla said.
    “Why not?” Aaron grinned at her wolfishly. “Took me for more of an ale and whisky drinker?”
    She gave a dainty shrug, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Or maybe a dirty martini type.”
    He held up his finger. “One drink and then we’re going to St. Andrews for fish and chips.”
    Darla giggled. “Deal.”
    When their wine arrived, Darla took a sip, studying him above the rim of her glass. “You know,” she said, holding the dainty stem of the glass in her fingers. “You don’t have to work so hard to impress me, Aaron. I just like being with you.”
    Aaron swirled the wine in his glass. “I really like being with you, too.” He locked gazes with her. “I have a confession to make.”
    “You really are a stalker?”
    He laughed. “No. The truth is, I didn’t have the guts to come find you the past couple days. I… I like you so much, I had to put some distance between us. Had to know if it was just the excitement of meeting someone new, or if…”
    She held up her hand and shook her head, making his stomach