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if you did.”
    She laughed, a low, sensual sound that punched him in the gut and made his erection lurch. With a sigh, she murmured, “That was delicious; thank you.”
    “You’re welcome,” he replied, still feeling a bit gobsmacked. What was it about her that drew him in? Sure, she was natural, and she had a way of making what could be an uncomfortable situation into something bordering on indecent, but still…. Maybe his fantasies made him think he knew her better than he actually did, maybe she wasn’t real.
    When he held her in his arm she had been slender but the feel of her body didn’t quite match the image that was in his head; probably because he only saw her for a few minutes nearly t hree months before. Still, she had felt good in his arms; really good. Did he have the right woman?
    “What are you thinking about?” Victoria asked, nudging him with her leg and pulling him out of his contemplations. “You look so serious; you’re not upset, are you?”
    “No,” he shook his head. How could he possibly tell her that she was wreaking havoc with his equilibrium, and he kind of liked it? That he wasn’t sure if it was her, or everything that had happened in the last t hree months? “What color is your hair?”
    She sputtered and started to cough and he worried that he killed her with the simple question. He reached out to pat her back and felt the glass just before he knocked it over. Her hands were over his, mopping up the mess before the water dripped off the table. “Damn it.”
    “It’s all right,” she murmured, slipping her hand around his after the mess was cleaned up. Holding his hand against her heart, she softly said, “Blond; my hair is blond.”
    He sighed in relief; it was her. Knowing he had the right girl and that she was even more perfect than he could ever imagine, he allowed a small smile curve his lips. “I didn’t mean to surprise you with my question.”
    To his dismay, she let his hand go and he could hear her straightening things from his accidentally spilling the water. He would have rather been able to hold her hand a little longer. “You didn’t; I simply tried to swallow and talk at the same time and that doesn’t really work too well. It was my own fault.”
    He crinkled his nose and hesitantly asked, “How big of a mess did I make?”
    Her low, sensual chuckle sucker punched him again, “Not a very big mess; the table had already been pretty much cleared. Besides, it’s only water.”
    He cringed, “Did I get any on you?”
    “Maybe a drop or two,” she admitted and he feared it was a lot worse than she let on. “But I’ll live and I won’t melt.”
    “So you don’t have green skin and fly around on a broom stick, cackling, ‘I’ll get you, my pretty?’”
    “I prefer my magic carpet,” she teased. “Being able to stretch out is much better for long distance travel.”
    He threw his head back and laughed, appreciating her humor; so few women of his acquaintance were able to laugh at themselves. Hell, if he had spilled even a drop of water on any of his former dates they would have been screeching at the top of their lungs, demanding to be taken home immediately.
    They talked about their favorite movies for a few minutes before falling into a comfortable silence. For the first time in his life he felt peaceful just sitting next to an attractive woman and talking about nothing. The recent memory of her asking him what it was like not to have eyeballs popped into his head and he smiled; Victoria was unlike anyone he had ever met and he was looking forward to getting to know here even better.
    “You’re smiling,” she said, a smile in her own voice. “Why are you smiling?”
    “Merely digesting the dessert,” he said on a sigh, not wanting to embarrass her by bringing up her earlier mistake and not wanting the night to end. “I swear, it gets better every time I eat it. Or maybe it’s just the company I’m with.
    She laughed softly, the sound so