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                  They talked about the lighter side of the news over dinner. James flinched every time she would look up at him from those long lashes that seemed to fan out and brush her cheeks when she looked down. The light ing played beautifully on her face.
                  "So besides cooking and driving like a maniac, what other hobbies do you have?" She asked.
                  "I'm not going to live down th at accident, am I?"
                  "That depends on how many Brownie points you earn. You currently have two , o ne for breakfast and one for dinner."
                  "How many points do I have to earn?" 
                  "Let's say ten," she said l ooking directly into his eyes. "There are massive points for fixing my car quickly."
                  "So a week's worth of breakfast, lunches and dinner should solve it," he said.
                  "No way," she said. "Brownie points are unique. But , I think you have more pressing matters on your plate than hanging out with your neighbor."
                  "That all depends on how I structure my plate," he retorted .
                  "I think the people like your plate just fine," Willow replied. "So what other adventures do you gets up to?"
                  "Reading," he replied. "I like to catch up on history, I have developed a love for science fiction movies and I play tennis with Martin and his wife."
                  "The Prime Minister?" Willow asked. 
                  "Yes."
                  "Isn't that a little lopsided?" s he asked. 
                  "I drag Cassie with me." 
    "Cassie?"
    "Cassandra," James explained. "She is Larry's sister. She pretends not to mind. If you ’ re up to it, I would love you to play as my partner one of these days."
                  "I haven't played tennis in a long time. I'm afraid I wouldn ’ t be much of a partner."
                  "It's like riding a bike," James said.  "A few balls over the net and you ’ ll be fine.   It’ll come back to you quickly, I’m sure. "
                  "You won't like me when I play," she said in a conspiratorial whisper that only excited the butterflies in his stomach. "I don't play nice."
                  "Is that in all physical activities?"
                  "Oh, James," she said lowering her voice. She ’d said it in such a manner that he felt warmth spread through out his lower body. He was grateful he was sitting down. She was definitely flirting with him.
                  "You are a tease."
                  "You started it," she countered.
                  His right hand covered her left. His fingers made gentle lazy circles over the skin. He found it interesting that sh e always looked directly at him, but s he was difficult to read. He could n’t tell if she was studying his scar or just looking at the man behind the scar. She was definitely not like any other woman he had ever dated. He knew what pity looked like. He knew resignation. He could not find any of those emotions in her eyes. She had a playful smile on her face and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing it directed towards him .
                  "What are you thinking about?" h e asked.
                  "You," she said without hesitation. "I will admit I did not expect you to be so normal, if that is the correct word. Yet, here you are, like any regular guy."
                  "I am a regular guy."
                  "You are anything but," she said removing her hand from his. 
                  Willow did not miss the slight tightening of the smile, the flash of anger which disappeared into disappointment, then resignation. It happened so quickly it was almost as if it w ere the lights playing on his