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lips, she felt her chest tighten. “Don’t hold your breath.”
    He pushed open the door. “After you.”
    She buttoned her coat and pulled the collar up around her neck. “Please tell your friend…”
    “Tate.”
    “Yes, Tate. Please tell him the meal was the best I’ve ever had.”
    “Will do.”
    She followed him to the cab and faltered for a moment when he opened the front passenger door. She’d been used to sitting in the back, and kind of liked how she could secretly watch him in the mirror. Suddenly she felt shy. “Oh, okay. Right.”
    Sophie watched Noah close her door and hustle around to his side. When he got in she felt her body stiffen.
    “So, to my place?”
    A flash of him lying naked on a bed with her on top zinged through her mind so fast she reached out to the dashboard to steady herself.
    She nodded to hide the nervousness in her voice. Where had that image come from? And why did it excite her so much?
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Twenty minutes later they were parked in front of a nice looking one-story brick house with a manicured walkway.
    “Wow, this is a nice spread you’ve got.”
    Noah’s face lit up. “My sister Peg got me this at a great price.”
    “Is she in real estate?”
    “Yeah, and she can talk anyone into buying way beyond their price range, it’s great.”
    “I admire people like that,” she said wistfully. “They’re confident and speak their mind.”
    He got out and walked to her side. The guy got points for being a gentleman.
    Sophie climbed out. “Thanks.”
    “I take it you’re not that way? Confident and speak your mind?”
    “Oh heck no, but I used to be. In fact I used to be independent. I worked hard and studied hard. I knew what career I’d have and an idea of where my life was going.”
    “That’s impressive.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “What did you have planned?”
    “A career I loved that would allow me to travel. A nice house, car, family, and a vacation house on the beach.”
    Noah stopped walking and turned to her. “Now how do you picture your life?”
    Again she felt shy, exposed, but she liked someone being interested in her. Someone who sounded like they were interested in her answers. “I don’t know. Being comfortable somewhere. Comfortable in my own skin and comfortable with the person I choose.”
    “I hope you find that.” His deep voice reverberated low in her belly.
    Sophie swallowed down the lump in her throat. “Thanks.”
    He unlocked the door to his house and pushed it open. “You go on in. I’m going to check the mail.”
    She entered the spacious front room and looked around. The dark maple furniture was simple and cozy atop a plush beige carpet. A large silver-gray suede couch was pushed against the wall with a matching recliner beside it. In between was a small granite table with a mess of books on top. In the next room was a good sized dining room table with chairs and a hutch, also in maple. It all had a masculine feel but still felt warm and inviting. She liked his taste in décor.
    Sophie did a quick sweep by the three bedrooms and glanced into the enormous bathroom with a walk in shower and long countertop with dual sinks. She finished her tour in the kitchen with its stainless steel appliances and a wine bar. The guy had an incredible pad that put her old condo to shame. He must make a good living as a cabbie, she thought.
    She faintly heard the front door close and then Noah stood across from her in the kitchen, a handful of mail in his hand.
    “What’s the verdict?”
    “It’s nice. I’ll be fine here for the night.”
    “Great.” He tossed his mail onto the counter and glanced at his watch. “It’s a little early for going out. I know you mentioned needing to work on a speech or something. I can leave you alone if you’d like to work, or it’s up to you. I’m flexible.”
    “If you don’t mind I’d just like to sit and chat for a bit. My headspace is all wrong for