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comes to mind.” At my nod he said, “Jesse.”
    “Perv.” I wrinkled my nose.
    Rivers laughed. “Me.”
    “Sweet.”
    “Julia.”
    “Easy.”
    “Wait, time-out. I say your name after sweet and you say ‘easy’ after your name?”
    “Yup. Aren’t you supposed to say the first thing that comes to mind? We aren’t supposed to be discussing our answers are we?”
    “No, but—”
    “It’s your turn, Rivers. The word is ‘easy’ .” I looked at him.
    “Over.”
    Over, really?
    “Um, under,” I said.
    “You.” His lips twitched.
    I looked down and tried to hide a smile. “Hot.”
    “Sex.”
    “Orgasms.” I arched a brow.
    He smirked. “Multiple.”
    “Thank you.” I grinned.
    “For coming,” Rivers answered.
    I burst out laughing. I laughed so hard I snorted. I covered my face with my hands until I could take a breath again. Rivers sat watching me sipping his Coke and grinning.
    “Just to be clear,” he said when I finally calmed down from my laughing fit, “I meant thank you for coming to dinner with me, but I suppose the way you took it applies, as well.”
    I started laughing again. He chuckled and shook his head. “Okay, okay. It’s my turn,” I said. “Since you mentioned dinner, that’s what I’m thinking about now. So I’ll say ‘dinner.’”
    “Tomorrow.”
    “Yes.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m not playing the game anymore,” Rivers said as the waitress slid his meal in front of him.
    “Neither am I.”

R ivers held the door open for me and I stepped outside. The late September air was brisk, chilly. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms to warm them. Fall had settled in, and while the days were still warm, the nights were growing cold. An ominous prelude to the normally brutal winters we suffered.
    “I wish I had a jacket on so I could be all gallant and offer it to you.” Rivers smiled and wrapped me close to him. I soaked up his body heat.
    “That’s okay. This feels good too.”
    “Let’s grab a cab. It’s too cold to walk all the way to the subway.”
    “Okay. Where are we going?”
    He’s going to invite me to his place or ask to come to mine. Sex. That’s what tonight is about. I have to remember that. Just because he seems like a nice guy—this is still just about sex.
    “I was hoping you’d go see a movie with me?”
    Huh. Not what I was expecting.
    “A movie sounds good.”
    Rivers hailed a cab and we drove to the nearest theater in blessed warmth. Even so, he kept his arm around my shoulder and my body pulled against him. I wasn’t complaining. The guy was built. He wasn’t big by body building standards. He was lean, but he was defined, all hard lines and taut muscles. I didn’t mind being up close and personal with his body. Not. At. All.
    “What do you want to see?” He studied to board of movies showing. “The new romance?”
    I looked at him and grinned. “Are you a chick-flick guy? Because, you don’t have to watch a mushy love story to get me into bed. We’ve done that already.”
    “Actually, we haven’t done it in a bed. Yet.”
    The word yet sent electrical currents through my body. Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream. Yet . Oh damn. I couldn’t wait to get into bed with him. If he was that good in a subway seat, I could only imagine how incredibly awesome he’d be in a bed, on the floor, the kitchen table, the couch, the—
    “Does that sound good?” His words pulled me back to the present and away from my X-rate fantasies of him and me having sex on every surface in my apartment.
    “Huh?”
    “The comedy?”
    “Oh, yeah, that sounds great.”
    We got our drinks and popcorn and found some seats in the theater. I was glad he didn’t beeline it to the back row. I kind of wanted to watch the movie, not have sex in the theater…although, having sex in the theater would have been great, too. Either way it was a win-win.
    We sat holding hands through the movie. He didn’t once try anything inappropriate. I