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called for attention. Not just his
     height and good looks, but some regal air that enveloped him. She scanned the room
     as they walked, looking for empty tables, but the place was packed. When they reached
     the back of the restaurant, Van led her away from the dining room and toward a door
     down a small hallway.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Up,” he said, pulling the door open for her and guiding her forward.
    A set of stairs greeted her along with a chain that had a Closed sign hanging from
     it. She peeked back over her shoulder. “I don’t think we’re supposed to go up here.”
    He leaned past her and unhooked the chain. “I promise they won’t kick us out.”
    So he worked here apparently. Maybe he was the general manager or one of the owners.
     That last one was a distinct possibility. The man definitely strolled around like
     he owned the place. But she had a feeling he walked around
every
place like that. Without voicing her questions, she headed up the stairs. When she
     reached the door at the top, Van stepped past her and pushed the door open.
    She sucked in a breath at the unexpected gust of cool air and the view on the other
     side. A rooftop deck spread out before them, complete with quaint little tables and
     a vine-covered pergola laced with twinkle lights overhead. On the far end, there was
     a long, rustic table with candles and a full outdoor stove and grill.
    “Wow, this is beautiful.”
    “Yeah, it’s my favorite spot in the restaurant. But we don’t use it during the winter
     months except for the occasional party.”
    “Or for a random woman you pilfer from an online dating event.”
    He grinned. “Exactly. But I think it’s warm enough tonight to not be a problem.”
    “So we’re going to make some poor waiter traipse up here to serve us food?”
    “Nah,” Van said, taking her hand and leading her forward. “You came here to learn
     how to cook. So we won’t need any staff.”
    As they got closer to the long table, she saw there were little bowls of ingredients
     on the far end like they’d had at the event. She glanced over at him. “
You’re
going to teach me to cook?”
    He cocked his head, looking playfully offended. “What? You don’t think I can cook?”
    She let her perusal of him travel from the top of his head down the front of his black
     dress shirt and gray trousers to the tips of his clearly expensive shoes. “You don’t
     look like you spend a lot of time in a kitchen.”
    “And you don’t look like a woman who’d spend her evening crashing a date meet-up.
     But looks can be deceiving, right?” He let go of her hand with a smirk, unbuttoned
     his cuffs, and rolled his sleeves up his forearms.
    For some reason, the simple movement fascinated her, like she was watching his urbane
     shell being peeled back and revealing the real man beneath. She pulled her attention
     away from those big, capable hands. “So what kind of woman do I look like then?”
    He gave her a similar head-to-toe assessment then met her gaze. “One who doesn’t usually
     break the rules or take a risk.”
    She scoffed. “Oh, really?”
    His smile was knowing as he grabbed a knife and cutting board from the counter then
     placed a wedge of white cheese on it. “Am I wrong?”
    “I’m up here with you, aren’t I?” she said, challenging him.
    He moved the knife as if marking a point in her favor on an invisible scoreboard.
     “Touché.”
    Following his lead, she grabbed a loaf of crusty bread and another knife to start
     slicing it. “So you admit you’re a risk?”
    Before she could cut into the bread, he laid his hand on hers, stilling her movements.
     “Don’t use that knife. You need a serrated one for that kind of bread.”
    She glanced down at his hand on hers, the warmth of his touch a little too welcome.
     “Oh, right.”
    He replaced the knife with one that had a jagged edge. “And I’m no more of a risk
     than going to the dating event and sitting with a