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the most beautiful girl he’d
ever set eyes upon. The moment he’d opened the door, his heart had flipped and
his legs had turned to a wobbling mess that barely supported his weight. Her
beautiful skin, the wavy dark blonde hair, the little upturn in her nose, and
those mesmerizing green eyes…He’d vowed not to even think about getting into a
relationship, and sex had actually been the last thing on his mind this
evening, but now he wanted nothing more than to sweep her up in his arms, carry
her to the bed, and make love to her.
    But she’d seen his limp. He knew she had. Rachel
had been diplomatic enough to glance down at the floor when he’d caught her
staring, but he’d seen the look in her eyes. She’d probably run right out of
the hotel room and down the hallway once they got naked. Not worth even trying
to go through with it.
    He watched as she signed for their meal and then
looked over and smiled at him. She was so pretty when she did that. And she
also had glitter in her hair, just like him. Now he didn’t feel like such an
idiot. Maybe she’d been attacked by it in the limo, too.
    “Are you going to eat this with me? Because I
warn you, I have a huge appetite,”
she said.
    Laughing, Mitchell pulled out the chair from the
table where she’d set the pizza along with two plates and a stack of napkins.
    “This looks more than great.” Mitchell took his
first bite. It was heavenly, and not just because he hadn’t eaten honest-to- goodness   American -made
pizza for over a year. The present company was a hell of a lot better, too.
    “Wow, this is pretty fantastic,” said Mitchell,
hoping she didn’t mind him talking with his mouth full.
    “So, what’s Army food like?”
    “Not as bad as you’d think, but nothing like this. I might have to take some of this home with me.
I’m a lousy cook. How about you?”
    “I haven’t killed anyone with any of my
recipes…yet.”
    They both laughed, and as they did a dollop of
pizza sauce dripped from the slice Rachel was holding and onto her chin.
    Mitchell reached across the table and swiped it
with his index finger. It had obviously taken her by complete surprise, because
she stopped eating and sat there looking at him. Maybe he shouldn’t have––it
was something people who knew one another really well did, like old lovers. Not
a couple thrown together because of two overzealous relatives insisting they
hook up.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” He wiped his
finger on the napkin.
    “No, I didn’t think that. I’m afraid I’m a messy
eater at times.”
    He must have made her nervous or something,
because just as she said that, her hand shook a little and a chunk of pepperoni
slid off the slice of pizza and landed smack in the middle of her pretty white
blouse.
      “Geez,
what you must think of me,” Rachel said, apology in her tone.
    Rachel removed the meat and set it down on the
napkin before grabbing another one and dabbing at the stain, but it just spread
it around the fabric and made things worse.
    “Here, take off your blouse and we can go and
soak it in the sink before the stain sets in,” said Mitchell, standing. “Tomato
sauce is deadly, and we Army guys are pretty good with laundry.”
    “No, please don’t worry about it. I’ll go to the
bathroom and take it off there and rinse it under the tap.”
    “It’s no problem. Here, let me help you.” He
reached out to help her, but suddenly regretted it when she dodged his arm . She stood and shied away from him. Her eyes and
expression suddenly showed fear, or maybe it was dread. It was as if she were
suddenly afraid of him.
    “No, please, don’t touch my arm or blouse, just
don’t. Okay?”
    Mitchell stood with his mouth open as she threw
down the pizza slice, ran across the room, went back to her side of the suite
and slid the wall across with a distinct bang .
    He swallowed, sorry that he’d insisted she take
off her blouse or tried to grab her arm. Maybe she thought he