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already proved that today, but Casey had no problem grasping that
facet of his personality from what others around her had said.
    Everyone liked him. Point in his
favor.
    Except bitch-Joan-the-ex. Actually
that was another point in his favor.
    Irritated that she was doing all
this intense thinking, instead of just looking forward to dinner, she marched
into her living room and plunked her shoes down on the floor by the door. There
was still time to do a final check of her email and then throw on a coat of
mascara. Maybe a touch of perfume. No heavy makeup tonight. It was all about
relaxing and enjoying the food.
    And certainly no necking or
anything. No smooching. No long lingering wet kisses or the touch of a man's
hand under a skirt that was soft and drifting and designed to be lifted…
    Ah, crap.
    If she kept thinking like that, the
lace panties wouldn't even make it out the door.
    Meanwhile, in an apartment across
town, Phil laid all his suits out on the bed like a gigolo picking the most
appealing set. He had just dropped a hundred bucks or so at the pharmacy on
every type of condom there was. His bedside table was littered with everything
from rainbow colored to ribbed, along with sheepskin and a couple of
glow-in-the-dark versions. He had even bought some extra large—prominently
marked—hoping she'd see the wrapper and be impressed.
    He believed in being prepared.
Tonight wasn't going to be the night, but when the hookup eventually occurred,
he'd be ready. And adequately supplied for the next five years.
    Realistic enough to know things
never went quite as planned, Phil was optimistic about his evening. He'd waited
a long time for this small window of opportunity with Casey. He was finally
done with the hinting around, the flirting and the casual invitations for
coffee or a movie.
    He'd learned the hard way that the
worst thing about an infatuation is the knowledge of almost certain failure. At
last the tide had turned in his favor and he wasn't going to miss this chance.
    A white shirt and his dark blue suit
seemed to fit the bill and as he dressed he considered restaurants. His
favorite place was José Wong's Mexican Chinese Salsa Palace. One taste of their
chicken chow mein burrito was enough to hook a customer forever.
    But this night needed something a
bit more… elegant . He nodded to himself. MacDounnald's was perfect. The
menu was varied but simple, featuring well-cooked dishes that appealed to just
about everyone. To his mind that was infinitely preferable to a list of foods
he couldn't pronounce. She'd have plenty of options and he could advise her if
she had questions, thus appearing to be a man with his finger on the pulse of
today's cuisine. Plus there was also the consideration that on his salary
anything fancier was pretty much out.
    He'd lived this night so many times
in his mind that actually preparing for it wasn't as difficult as he'd
imagined. Although he had wondered if he should relieve the pressure before
their date just in case, so he wouldn't embarrass himself by losing control
within the first ten seconds. But he'd resolved that nothing would happen
tonight.
    On the way to her apartment, Phil
made a promise to himself. He was going to do his best to relax, to let Casey
see who he really was. No efforts to impress her or act like some kind of rock
star stud. He was going to be the man he wanted her to like, the genuine guy
who was out with a woman he found amazingly attractive.
    He grinned as he remembered some of
his early dates when a rolled-up sock down the front of his pants had seemed
like a good idea. Thank God he was past that stage. The sock was securely
tucked into his glove compartment. He hadn't used it in—well, months at least.
    Walking up to her door, he realized
all he really wanted was to have a good time.
    Of course, he didn't rule out the
chance that bells would ring and wild carnal adventures might ensue. The
thought made him smile and subtly adjust the fit of his