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crying.
     
               
Years later in middle and high school, she'd fully grasped the concepts of
divorce, two-parent homes, child custody and visitation. So the fact that her
parents were still together was somewhat of an anomaly. The fact that they
still actually liked each other and were very much in love — which was on
display for everyone to see — was rare indeed.
     
               
As she grew into adulthood and had her first serious relationship in her early
twenties, she really understood what a gift they'd given her and her older
brother. She knew what real loved looked liked, acted liked and felt like — and
she could never settle for less.
     
               
As she descended the three flights of stairs and saw the handsome reflection of
Gatlin standing on the stoop of her brownstone in midtown Manhattan, the butterflies
in her stomach fluttered wildly. Kylie felt she was on the verge of something
special with Gatlin. She hadn't experienced this many butterflies since she'd
been home last spring and spent time gardening with her mother.
     
               
All Gatlin could do was stare as Kylie opened the door to greet him. That
radiant smile lit up her face as bright as the Christmas tree did Rockefeller
Center every year. The voluminous curls framing her dewy, heart-shaped face
took his breath away.
     
               
"Ready?" he said, and thought how insipid that sounded. Of course
she's ready silly, she's standing right in front of you . "I selected a
restaurant a couple of blocks from here so we could walk. I hope that's
ok."
     
               
"Great!" Kylie said, feeling like she was sixteen and on her first
date ever all over again. "I didn't have time to eat lunch today, so I'm
famished."
               
               
Kylie had worked straight through lunch to get her story filed in plenty of
time just in case there were revisions her editor wanted. It didn't happen
often, but she didn't want Murphy's Law kicking in — not tonight. She'd wanted
plenty of time to get ready for her date. 
     
               
Even though she and Gatlin had been in each other's company at least a dozen times
over the last few weeks working on the hot celebrity death case, tonight felt
different. All of a sudden, she was shy. She sensed the same shift in his
behavior.
     
               
Yep, this was definitely a turn in their relationship — a happy one.
    .
. .
     
               
"The lady will have the Chicken Marsala with a glass of your house Beaujolais. I'll have the rib-eye steak, rare, with spinach. And give
me a glass of that Beaujolais as well," Gatlin said to the waiter.
     
               
"Red wine with chicken. I never would've figured you to be a culinary rule
breaker," Gatlin remarked as the waiter left with their order.
     
               
"Pshaw! I love red wine and I love chicken. Who says the two can't be
enjoyed together? Besides, something about the vibrant fruitiness
of this particular red just makes Chicken Marsala better. I think it's the way
it mixes with the Marsala wine the chicken is prepared with. Anyhow, I don't
question, I just enjoy."
     
               
"Now there's a life philosophy. You should put that on a t-shirt."
     
               
The waiter set their wine before them, along with water and warm rolls and
butter. Kylie heard her stomach growl … and apparently Gatlin did too.
     
               
"You weren't kidding when you said you were hungry, were you?" he laughed.
     
               
Mortified, Kylie responded. "Nope … and I can't believe how I seem to
embarrass myself every time we eat out." The light sheen of nervous
perspiration on her forehead only added more to the dewy appearance of her face.
Highlighted by the candlelight of the low-lit restaurant, she literally glowed.
     
               
"You are a very