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women had dressed like strippers on a pole while married to her father, either. They’d been young and sexy, which was what she should be.
    She had just ducked back into her closet to find yet another outfit when the doorbell rang. Her heart lodged in her throat.
    Damn, no time.
    Why had she given Remy her address? She should have insisted on meeting him at the restaurant, but she’d had a moment of weakness and thought it would be nice if he picked her up.
    She’d learned over the years how to talk to people, how not to be a total introvert, but that didn’t mean she didn’t need a kick out the front door. Left to her own devices, she could think up a dozen reasons to call off an outing.
    She took a deep breath as the buzzer sounded again, and strode toward the front door. A quick peek through the peephole verified the man standing on the other side.
    And oh dear Lord, her pulse quickened at the sight of all that muscle and leashed strength outside her door. Ben had not been strong, not like that. He was tall and lean, lightly muscled. Nothing like Remy Marchand.
    Christina swung the door open and pasted on a smile. “You’re early.”
    His gaze slid down her form, and her heart responded by beating even faster. When he looked into her eyes again, a slow grin spread across his face.
    “Military habit. Damn, you look good, Christina.”
    She had to fight an urge to giggle. What the heck was that about? She was so not a giggler. Nerves.
    “Like the Junior League look, do you?”
    “Didn’t realize it until tonight, but yeah, I do. At least on you.”
    “Do you want to come in?”
    His gaze slipped over her once more. “I’d love to, but I don’t think it’s safe. You’d better get your purse and lock up. If I come in, I don’t think we’ll leave anytime soon.”
    And there it was again, that glorious tingle between her thighs. It had been too long. Too, too long.
    “Remind me again why that’s a bad idea?” she asked.
    “Because you need to eat, that’s why. And so do I.”
    Christina got her purse and locked the door. Remy escorted her down the steps and out to the pickup truck sitting by the curb. He opened the door and helped her inside, then went around and got in the driver’s seat.
    “Where are we going?” she asked.
    “A little place I bet you haven’t been to before. There’s a town on the Chesapeake Bay where you can get the best seafood you’ve ever had in your life.”
    “Isn’t that sacrilege considering where you’re from?”
    He laughed. “Yeah, probably so. Still, when I can’t get back to Louisiana, this place reminds me of home.”
    “You know they steam the crabs here, right?” Of course she knew that he knew they didn’t boil crabs in Maryland the way they did in Louisiana, but teasing him was fun. It was easy being with Remy. She liked that.
    “Yeah, well, we’ll have to make do, won’t we?”
    The ride to the restaurant took about an hour. The little town sat on the bay, its picturesque harbor filled with sailboats that bobbed in the current. It was different from her place in DC—quieter, more peaceful.
    She could use some peace in her life right now.
    Remy parked the truck near a dilapidated restaurant, then came around to help her out. They walked to the shack hand in hand. It was nice. Kind of weird, but nice. She hadn’t been out with a man other than Ben in about four years now.
    Once they were seated, the waitress brought laminated menus. The restaurant was definitely more of a dive bar than a fancy joint, but the smells were heavenly. Remy ordered a seafood platter and a beer. After deliberation, Christina ordered the same. Why get a salad just to impress a man? She was done with impressing anyone but herself.
    “Hungry?” Remy asked with a grin.
    Christina shrugged. “Maybe so.”
    “Going to enjoy watching you pick crabs apart in pearls and a dress.”
    “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she said a touch smugly.
    Remy laughed. “I suppose that