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Shehit ‘send’ and started typing again immediately, without even taking a breath.
    So now I’ve got this date tonight with this gorgeous model person and I don’t know what to do.
    It’s a date?
    Jonny’s reply came back fast as thought.
    Yes. And I don’t know what to do.
    Excuse me for a moment, while I run around the room whooping in joy.
    Jane laughed out loud. She loved Jonny’s sense of humour, and it was typical of him that he was so happy for her that she had a date.
    Okay, I’m back. I think I scared the neighbours. So what do you mean, you don’t know what to do?
    Jane sighed.
    I haven’t dated for ages. I’m not sure how you behave. Even with Gary, we didn’t really date … we were working together and we just sort of got together. I’m not sure I know what to do with a man.
    I’m sure you know perfectly well.
    She glanced down at herself again. Plain Jane, career woman with no social life. She couldn’t even keep a man faithful to her when she was engaged to him.
    She understood men, she thought. She’d grown up with four brothers, after all. Most of her colleagues at work were male. She’d always thought that men were refreshing, because they usually said what they meant, and the motivations for their actions were usually pretty clear.
    But when it came to relationships, she obviously didn’t have a clue. Because she’d thought that everything with Gary was fine, right up until the minute he’d introduced her to his new girlfriend. She wrote:
    I don’t know what men like in a woman. I’m not sure what they think is sexy, or what they’d like a woman to do on a date.
    She pressed ‘send’, and then, in one of her impulses, her second today, she typed:
    Tell me what to do, Jonny. Tell me what you would like.
    Jonny stared at the screen and swallowed.
    Had he stepped into some strange virtual world, or was this one of his fantasies coming true?
    Jane Miller was wonderful, beautiful, intriguing. It had been fifteen years and she was all grown up, and he’d recognised her the minute he’d walked into the restaurant. Even though her hair was pulled back neatly into a clip, the strands that escaped were still as thick and soft and wavy as he remembered. Her eyes were big and grey, her lips were a perfect bow, and her skin was as delicate as the petal of an orchid.
    He hadn’t just recognised her with his eyes and his mind; he’d recognised her with his heart, as the girl he’d followed around and adored for years when he was a kid. She’d been a crush, yeah, the untouchable girl he’d dreamed unformed pre-adolescent dreams about, but she’d also been his friend. She was still his friend.
    And he’d recognised her with his body, too. Because Jane had grown from a tomboy into a very attractive woman.
    He’d barely been able to keep his hands off her. His first instinct when he’d seen her had been to sweep her into his arms and plant an enormous kiss on those doll-like lips. It was attraction, it was affection, and it was also a primitive urge to grab this woman and mark her as his, because he’d always wanted her to be.
    But there had been her fiancé to consider, and Thom, and the charade he’d asked her to play.
    And now …
    This was a real date. Just the two of them. Two grownups, both of them single.
    And she was asking him what he would like to happen. He replied carefully.
    What do you mean?
    I mean everything. What should I wear, for example?
    Jonny closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
    She’d been wearing a suit at lunch this afternoon, and it had been pretty modest, nondescript in colour, conservative in cut. It was probably designed to minimise her femininity, but Jonny wasn’t fooled by it. He’d looked closely enough to see the slender curve of her waist under her jacket, the wave of her hips under her skirt, the slight bounce of her breasts under her silky top.
    And the graceful line of her neck, and the delicacy of her wrists, slim and throbbing with warmth