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my boots are perfect for this weather.”
    He snorted causing the heat of his breath to steam the cold air. “Pardon me for making an unfair assumption about your boots.”
    “You are forgiven.  It really is nice of you to volunteer to take me my hotel.  I feel bad you will miss the dinner.”
    “I’m not missing much.  I see the majority of those people at every holiday event or funeral.  And even then that’s too much for me.”
    “Am I to presume you aren’t into large family gatherings?”
    “I like to choose which family activities I attend.”
    He used the key remote to unlock the pickup truck’s doors and remote start the car. Opening the passenger’s side door to his midnight black Toyota Tundra, he waited for Nicole to get inside.  Trotting to the driver’s side, he slid behind the wheel cranking the defroster to high, before exiting the car to clean the windows.
    Swishing the soft snow from the windshield, Walker watched Nicole scroll through her cell phone.  He wondered if she was looking for calls or text messages from her boyfriend.  He didn’t ask if she was involved and Patty didn’t say what her status was either.  Jeremy’s remark about her being not the type of women he’d date, offered speculation she probably dated slick-talking tycoons or super intelligent men.
    He finished cleaning the window summing up, if he wanted to know about her, he would ask.  He didn’t want second-hand information but information straight from the source—her.
    He got in the truck blowing and rubbing the chill from his hands.  Nicole put her cell phone away looking at her hands drowning in his large gloves.  “I have your gloves.  I’m so absent-minded at times.”  She pulled them off giving them to him.  “Warm your hands.”
    “Nah, I’ll live.  I work in the cold with my bare hands.  What hotel are we going to?” He asked driving from the parking lot to the snow-covered street.
    “The Beachwood Courtyard Marriott,” she answered.  “I never would have pegged your occupation to be a mechanic.  Do you possess a love for fast cars?”
    “I love cars period.  Taking them apart to see how they work has been an interest I’ve held since I got my first Hot Wheel’s garage set when I was tot.  How did you get started in fashion?”
    “Gosh, the day my nanny let me help her make a dress.  Before she worked for my parents, she was a seamstress and made beautiful dresses and suits.  As I got older, I discovered I could draw and began designing clothes for my dolls.  As an only child, I’d spend a lot of time alone and my imagination would go wild.  The clothes I made for Barbie and Ken to wear would be hot numbers at Fredrick’s of Hollywood,” she laughed.
    He took his eyes off the road briefly to look at her. “Is that right?  Did you design sexy stuff for you to wear?”
    She released a mellow but racy internal snigger. “Let’s say I had to keep my drawing pads hidden from my nanny.  If I’d gone to my prom, I definitely would have been sent home for indecent exposure.”
    Her naughty snicker told him she was not as reserved as Jeremy wanted him to believe. “I’d be interested in seeing those drawings.”
    “I still have them.  I actually created a line of lingerie that sold out the first day I put them on display in the window of my shop.”
    “You own a dress shop?”
    “Not anymore.  These days I answer complaints from executives and support staff members who can’t find the off button on their computers.”
    “Wow, you’re a user support analyst?”
    “That is part of my job title at AeroFusion.  I’m technically a computer engineer specializing in software development but since AeroFusion has downsized, I offer user support and teach software applications.”
    Walker arched a brow and smirked. “A computer geek; I never saw that coming.”
    “Yes I am. Well, I tried my hand at my dream and it failed.  I had to return to the real world to support my