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women had trusted that smile. She wouldn’t. With a careless flick, he turned off the television. “Yes, it’s time we started.”
     
    What did he think of her? Carlo asked himself the question and let the answer come in snatches, twined through the evening.
    Lovely. He didn’t consider his affection for beautiful women a weakness. He was grateful that Juliet didn’t find the need to play down or turn her natural beauty into severity, nor did she exploit it until it was artificial. She’d found a pleasing balance. He could admire that.
    She was ambitious, but he admired that as well. Beautiful women without ambition lost his interest quickly.
    She didn’t trust him. That amused him. As he drank his second glass of Beaujolais, he decided her wariness was a compliment. In his estimation, a woman like Juliet would only be wary of a man if she were attracted in some way.
    If he were honest, and he was, he’d admit that most women were attracted to him. It seemed only fair, as he was attracted to them. Short, tall, plump, thin, old or young, he found women a fascination, a delight, an amusement. He respected them, perhaps only as a man who had grown up surrounded by women could do. But respect didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy.
    He was going to enjoy Juliet.
    “ Hello, L.A. is on first tomorrow.” Juliet ran down her notes while Carlo nibbled on pâté. “It’s the top-rated morning talk show on the coast, not just in L.A. Liz Marks hosts. She’s very personable—not too bubbly. Los Angeles doesn’t want bubbly at 8:00 A.M. ”
    “Thank God.”
    “In any case, she has a copy of the book. It’s important that you get the title in a couple of times if she doesn’t. You have the full twenty minutes, so it shouldn’t be a problem. You’ll be autographing at Books, Incorporated on Wilshire Boulevard between one and three.” Hastily, she made herself a note to contact the store in the morning for a last check. “You’ll want to plug that, but I’ll remind you just before airtime. Of course, you’ll want to mention that you’re beginning a twenty-one-day tour of the country here in California.”
    “Mmm-hmm. The pâté is quite passable. Would you like some?”
    “No, thanks. Just go ahead.” She checked off her list and reached for her wine without looking at him. The restaurant was quiet and elegant, but it didn’t matter. If they’d been in a loud crowded bar on the Strip, she’d still have gone on with hernotes. “Right after the morning show, we go to a radio spot. Then we’ll have brunch with a reporter from the Times. You’ve already had an article in the Trib. I’ve got a clipping for you. You’d want to mention your other two books, but concentrate on the new one. It wouldn’t hurt to bring up some of the major cities we’ll hit. Denver, Dallas, Chicago, New York. Then there’s the autographing, a spot on the evening news and dinner with two book reps. The next day—”
    “One day at a time,” he said easily. “I’ll be less likely to snarl at you.”
    “All right.” She closed her notebook and sipped at her wine again. “After all, it’s my job to see to the details, yours to sign books and be charming.”
    He touched his glass to hers. “Then neither of us should have a problem. Being charming is my life.”
    Was he laughing at himself, she wondered, or at her? “From what I’ve seen, you excel at it.”
    “A gift, cara. ” Those dark, deep-set eyes were amused and exciting. “Unlike a skill that’s developed and trained.”
    So, he was laughing at both of them, she realized. It would be both difficult and wise not to like him for it.
    When her steak was served, Juliet glanced at it. Carlo, however, studied his veal as though it were a fine old painting. No, Juliet realized after a moment, he studied it as though it were a young, beautiful woman.
    “Appearances,” he told her, “in food, as in people, are essential.” He was smiling at her when he cut into the veal.