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nose sniffed at the air, checking for a singed smell, but detected nothing out of the ordinary. The last thing she needed was for Zachary to show up at her door and see a wide streak of soot in the middle of her carpet. Worse, she wouldn’t have a clue how to explain it. But she didn’t find anything. Hopefully that was a good sign.
    She changed clothes, noting that all her hangers were in the appropriate places. Her shoes stood in a sharp line across the floor of her closet. She rehung her jacket, slipped her pumps back into the space they had vacated that morning, and chose something suitable for a date with a man who could afford the corner unit in her building. A man who wore a suit to work but went out to delis in jeans and a sweater. Unconsciously, she emulated Zachary’s look, pulling a “date” outfit from behind the other clothes. Throwing on a pair of “fun” shoes, she figured she could go anywhere, except maybe on a hike.
    Katharine picked pins from her hair and brushed it loose while she waited. Unusually nervous about the date, she fidgeted around the apartment, checking her email and nibbling just a little. She couldn’t recall feeling this hyped up about something as stupid as a date before. Then again, she couldn’t recall a date where she hadn’t already been close to certain which kind of predator the man was prior to the first course.
    At seven sharp, her bell rang for the second time in three years. Katharine sprang up, again checking for soot around the room, or black animals, or to see if her sanity had wandered away while she wasn’t looking. The one thing she didn’t look at was the peephole. It had to be Zachary on the other side, right?
    Throwing the door wide open, she startled him from a motion that looked like maybe he was settling into his skin for the evening. Blue eyes looked deeper than the surface of her, creating a buzz that she hadn’t felt in … well, maybe ever. “You look ready.”
    It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t know how to respond. So she slung her purse over her shoulder and said, “Yes.”
    His smile made her want to follow him down the hall or into hell. And she wondered why she hadn’t questioned the wisdom of dating the man next door and why, even after thinking that, she still didn’t question it. Zachary didn’t speak until the doorman had handed her into the passenger side of his car. There was a tiny thrill in his assumption of superiority. He
was
more than the other men in the room. There was something there; it radiated through his bearing and around him as well. It was also evident in the low-slung car they were cruising in–a wealthy man’s toy. Turning to face him, Katharine asked him about his new condo, but not about where they were going. She’d been taught to hold her tongue on that one, and so she did.
    Zachary answered with details about the move, and his story about something the movers had broken was enough to make her laugh. The way he told it radiated alpha male, but there was no mention of where he’d moved from, why he’d moved, or any of the other standard bits of information. Katharine tucked that observation away, knowing that she could deal with those issues later. Men loved to talk about themselves.
    LeDieu was crowded when Zachary slid the car up to the entrance. Without a word he handed over the keys and pocketed the valet ticket so deftly it was as though it had simply disappeared. People standing outside the restaurant stepped back as they approached–as though Zachary were a war hero, or Moses. The hostess smiled at him, a soft, welcoming bend of mouth that told everyone in eyesight that she could take care of more than just getting him a table.
    Had he not responded so coolly, Katharine would have taken more offense at the hostess, but Zachary brushed it off. Maybe he was used to such offers. He was, after all, beautiful. Katharine wanted to wonder what it was that interested him in her. But once they were seated,