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“You choose the
subject.”
    She thought a moment. She knew she might be opening up
another uncomfortable subject, but her curiosity overpowered good sense.
“Explain to me what you meant when you said that you weren’t good enough for me
in high school?”
    His thumb continued to trace a path on her palm, sending
jolts of need down to her pussy and making her wish they were back at her condo
rather than in a crowded restaurant. “I always saw you as a nice girl, my
sister’s good friend, who was off-limits to a guy like me.”
    Pulling her hand away before she embarrassed herself by
moaning out loud, she said, “That’s the part I don’t understand. What do you
mean by, ‘a guy like you’? You were always nice to me.”
    He pushed his plate away and sipped the red wine with a tiny
smile playing on his lips. “I was nice to you because you were my fantasy. Do
you want dessert?”
    The fact that he’d said the words “fantasy” and “dessert” in
the same breath left her unable to speak. She squeezed her legs together to try
to relieve some of the pressure building between them. It was crazy but just
the sound of his voice turned her on. “What do you mean?”
    “Something sweet to finish off the meal.”
    “You’re being funny, right?” Her cheeks were on fire but she
was all in at this point. If she was ever going to have Isaac Backman, this was
her chance. She’d waited half her life for this night.
    That smile again. He leaned forward. “I’ve had several very
steamy fantasies about you, Giada. Do you want me to tell you about them?”
    She was nodding before she had time to stop herself. Once
again, she was struck by the fact that they were in a public place. “But maybe
not here.”
    Something changed in his eyes and she didn’t know if she
liked it or if she was afraid. What she did know was that when he called for
the check an instant later, her heart pounded and her breath accelerated.
    His hand was at the small of her back as they waited for the
valet to retrieve his car. He leaned down until his mouth feathered a breath on
her sensitive lobe. “The minute you change your mind, Giada, you have to tell me.”
    “What makes you think I want to change my mind?”
    “I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”
    She looked up at him, holding back the anger that simmered
just below the surface. “I’m not a child, Isaac. I’ve been married and
divorced. I’ve had lovers, not many, but a few. What makes you think you’re so
special that I can’t handle whatever you’ve planned?”
    His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open for a moment. She
didn’t know what had surprised him, that she’d had lovers or that she’d made
the speech with the valet standing a foot away.
    Isaac took the keys and handed the young man a tip. He held
the door open for her. He rounded the car and slid inside. “I don’t want to
make you angry. I guess I have an idea about you that is…”
    “What?”
    “Sacred ground.”
    She laughed. “What on earth do you mean? You think that I’m
sacred ground? Like a religious artifact?”
    The notion was so ridiculous that she continued to laugh. He
joined her amusement. “I know it’s silly, but I have terrible guilt over my
boyhood fantasies involving you.”
    She didn’t know what to say. It was too silly to respond to.
She’d been a good girl in high school, it was true, but that was a long time
ago. Frankly, if Isaac had wanted to have sex with her back then, she would
have given up her virginity a lot sooner. She’d been saving herself for him and
then, when it was obvious he wasn’t coming back to Atlanta and she’d gone to
Washington, D.C. for college, she’d given up on her dream of Isaac Backman.
    They made small talk for the rest of the drive back to her
condo development. He walked her to the door, and she was certain he was about
to thank her for going to dinner with him and walk away.
    With the key still in the deadbolt, she took