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now owned the valuable Mayan real estate. Jason leaned close, sending shivers down her spine.
    “I heard our guide tell a few people that the locals eat iguanas.”
    She gasped. “No!”
    He nodded, his brow raised. “Said they taste just like chicken.”

3. Black Howler Monkeys, Fire Ants and Cashew Wine…
    The b lack h owler m onkeys native to Belize live in troops of four to eight members , with a territory of three to five acres. The b lack h owlers defend their territory through the us e of their voice s . T he sound the male howler monkey makes can be heard from as far as a mile away. Sometimes, the bark really is worse than the bite.
    Jason’s palms were sweating. He shoved them into the pockets of his slacks and studied the menu posted on the wall outside of Sabatini’s. He hadn’t been this nervous about a date since he’d been a teen. What would he and Marin talk about? Did they have anything in common, other than their obvious mutual physical attraction? She was… disconcerting, but at the same time she was so damned appealing.
    “Jason.”
    He turned and his heart leapt at the sight of her. Her floral sundress and strappy sandals showed off her sexy legs. He’d always been a leg man. She’d put her hair up again, and a few soft curls had escaped to frame her face. Her blue eyes sparkled when they met his. The stupid, goofy smile he had absolutely no control over made his cheeks ache.
    “You look nice.” Beyond nice. Good enough to eat. “I hope you’re hungry.” Her answering smile sent his pulse racing.
    “I am.”
    Jason led her to the host, gave his name, and the two of them were escorted to a table by the bank of windows overlooking the ocean.
    Marin’s gaze roamed around the restaurant. “This is lovely,” she said, as the host held out her chair for her.
    A waiter in a crisp white jacket and black slacks appeared immediately. He placed their cloth napkins in their laps, opened their menus and placed them in their hands. “My name is Ransom, and I will be taking care of you this evening. Here is the wine and cocktail menu,” he said, tapping the thick folder at the center of the table. “I’ll give you a few moments to take a look before I return.”
    “Thanks.” Jason picked up the thick leather-bound menu.
    “Real flowers,” Marin murmured, touching the bud vase with the blue and yellow lilies inside. “Nice touch.”
    “Do you like Chianti, Marin, or would you prefer something else?”
    “Chianti is perfect.”
    He glanced at her. Her attention was fully on their surroundings, and her expression was filled with delight. “Shall we share a bottle?” he asked.
    “That would be great.” She continued to survey their surroundings, an enchanting smile gracing her lovely face. “This is such a gorgeous place. I love how the columns and white fences separate the seating, so the table groupings are more intimate. And the peach and blue tones in the carpet along with the frescoes painted on the walls give the place a warm and welcoming feel. It’s like we really are at an Italian bistro.”
    “Is that the interior designer talking?”
    A small smile blossomed, and she brought her attention back to him. “I guess.”
    “Tell me about your store. I saw on your website you just opened this past September.”
    Her brow rose. “You checked out my website?”
    “Uh… sure.” He shrugged. “I have a new condo, and you’re an interior designer. I figured I’d check out your portfolio, maybe get some ideas.”
    “Ah.” She nodded. “Yes, I’ve recently opened my own studio, but I grew up in the business. My mother is an interior designer, and she and my dad own three design centers. One in Rochester, which is where I grew up, one in Wayzata, and another in Edina. They cater to upper-echelon clients, while I provide services to those who want a professional touch but have budget constraints. I like the challenge.” She shrugged.
    “When I started out, most of my clients