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Two helmets were perched on the seat. He offered one to Rachel.
     
    Rachel realized that she was never going to be able to wear it with the fancy clip she had in her hair. So she reached up, released the clip, and let her hair tumble down around her shoulders. Kyle stood back, staring in amazement at how beautiful she was. Rachel did not seem to notice his admiration as she slid the helmet on. He helped her onto the bike and then slid on in front of her. Rachel laid her hands lightly on his hips, afraid to hold too tightly.
     
    "Like this," he murmured without looking back. He drew one arm around his waist, and then folded the other over it, so that Rachel was laid against his back, feeling the smooth material of his suit jacket against her skin. She was glad that he could not see how deeply she was blushing as she rested her cheek against his back. They roared off out of the parking lot, and Rachel was sure that her heart was pounding louder than the deep low roaring sound of the motorcycle's engine.
     
    He turned into the parking lot behind Sunset Plaza. "I thought we would have dinner first, if that's okay?" he asked as he helped her off of the motorcycle. Rachel nodded in agreement, still too shy to look directly at him. When she did look up, they were standing in front of a nice French restaurant. She had heard about the restaurant and was sure the food would be delicious. Once they were seated and had ordered, Rachel forgot all about the food. She expected to be so nervous it would be unbearable, but instead the moment Kyle started talking she grew very comfortable with him.
     
    "I am so glad you agreed to a date," he grinned. "I wasn't sure if you were interested or not."
     
    Rachel bit her lip to keep from asking who wouldn't be. She smiled at the shimmer in his dark brown eyes. He was not playing it cool like most men did. He was happy to be out with her, and he wanted her to know that.
     
    "I am glad you asked," she smiled in return.
     
    “You and your sister did a great job yesterday. Hanna is very entertaining I must admit, jumping around behind that mixing desk.”
     
    “Well yes, she sure does get out there,” Rachel admitted.
     
    “Personally I prefer girls who are more relaxed and who show interest in other things, than just being at the best parties or clubs. In this town I find that there are so many small minded people, who couldn’t care less about stepping on their peers, just to get one step closer to the fame they so much desire,” Kyle said seriously and continued. “I’m looking for someone who is genuine and whom I can trust completely.”
     
    Rachel felt as if he was speaking directly to her heart. He wasn't going on and on about his movie career, or asking her shallow questions. He wanted to know what she cared about, and what her life had been like so far.
     
    "Oh, you know," she said casually when he asked about her past. "The usual stuff. It was just average. We didn’t have much growing up in Lake Elsinore. Mom and dad were always working.” Rachel’s face saddens a bit as she continued, “You see, they had their own local store, but things got tough when the mall opened and took away most of their business. So it wasn’t always easy."
     
    "I'm sorry, if I was prying," he said quickly, studying her expression.
     
    "No, the best part of growing up was Hanna," she grinned, eager to lighten the subject. "She did, and still does, get me in all kinds of trouble."
     
    Kyle relaxed and laughed as Rachel described some of her sister's antics. She seemed a lot more comfortable talking about her sister than she was talking about herself, but Kyle learned a lot about her from the affection in her tone, and the loyalty she expressed. He knew that Rachel would do anything to protect his sister. It was strange to him, since his own family was not very close. Money had a way of isolating people from one another.
     
    "She is quite the character," he grinned.
     

Chapter 7

     
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