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like forever since they’d experienced sex, and she craved his touch. She wasn’t a needy woman, but right after her family luncheon, she required the reassurance that Dean was perfect for her.
    Her mother’s dysfunctional hypothesis about love, passion, and marriage had planted seeds of doubt in Lacey’s mind, even though she struggled against such nonsense.
    “Good. I had a man approach me about doing a documentary about my business. I’m waiting to learn more about his films before I make a decision. And one of my clients set me up with a television producer. I have an appointment with him this week about a possible television show. “
    “Honey, that’s great. That’s been your dream all along.”
    “Yes, I’d love to have my own talk show.” Both of them had great careers, were over-achievers, and wanted the same things in life. They were perfect for each other. Weren’t they?
    “You get the television show, and when I get my bonus, we’ll go to Italy,” he said, his voice warm, promising, and so convincing she wondered about her doubts.
    She turned and gazed at him. “Really?”
    “Of course. We could spend a week traveling the countryside. It’d be fun.”
    According to Dean, they were unofficially engaged, though he’d not presented her with a ring or even gotten down on his knee. It was just a matter of time and Italy would be the ideal honeymoon.
    They slid into her Toyota Prius, and he glanced around, his expression one of disdain. “You know, when we move in together, you should really see about getting a different car.”
    “Why? I like my car,” she asked perplexed.
    “It’s not the right image for a successful television personality.”
    Lacey shook her head and smiled at him. God, she’d missed his pompous goal setting. “I have to get the show first.”
    “You will. It’s what you’re working towards. You’ll achieve your goals,” he assured her. “It’s one of the things I love about you. Your determination.”
    Warm fluttery butterflies flew through her midsection, spreading their heat and reminding her of why Dean was so perfect for her.
    “What kind of car does a successful talk show hostess drive?”
    “You need a Lexus or a BMW.”
    “I don’t know. I like my Prius. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling like I’m doing something good for the environment.”
    He shrugged and gave a little sneer, his voice condescending. “It just doesn’t have the right image. When you’re on TV, image is everything, sweetheart.”
    “When I get the show, I’ll consider it,” she said, wishing he wasn’t quite so materialistic.
    “How is the apartment hunting going? You know I want a place where we can entertain,” he said.
“I know, but we also need to be close to DFW.”
    He sighed. “Yes, I know, or we’d be searching Highland Park.”
    Neither of them made enough money to live in the most exclusive suburb of Dallas. “I have three properties ready for us to see. We just need to compare our schedules for the next week and decide when we can look at them.”
    “I’m good until Wednesday, and then I have to fly to New York for a meeting.”
    “Oh, I was hoping we’d get to spend more time together,” she said with a sigh of disappointment.
    “Yeah, me too. But I should return on Friday.”
    Lacey drove into the restaurant parking lot at Grapevine Lake. They got out of the car and walked toward the door.
    Dean reached over and slid his finger along her cheekbone. “Let’s eat, and then you can take me home and tuck me in for the night. Maybe we can have breakfast tomorrow morning and spend the day together.”
    She glanced at him, wondering why she’d spent so much time prepping for this date. She’d shaved, lathered on lotion and misted perfume in all the right places, anticipating a night of satisfying sex.
    Lacey shot him a sly smile. “What if instead of tucking you in, I stay the night and we spend some time in between the sheets together?”
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