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Corinthian style columns that adorned the massive buildings nestled around the lake.
    Bree laughed. “They were built in 1915 for the World’s Fair here in San Francisco. I’d call them World’s Fair Classical. I love how ‘over the top’ they are. The original buildings were made of paper, and only meant to last a year. They proved pretty sturdy and by the time they started to fall down decades later, everyone was so attached to the place that they decided to rebuild it permanently.”
    The fading sun gleamed in her curls, lighting up the gold highlights. Her skin shone, cheeks still pink with excitement. He wanted to kiss her right now….
    But he resisted. “How do you know so much about everything?”
    “Just curious, I guess. And I have lived here my whole life.”
    “Do you plan to spend the rest of your life here?” He wasn’t entirely sure why he asked. Did he want to find out if she had a life plan already mapped out, and if so, if she’d be happy to reconfigure it for him?
    She frowned slightly, then smiled. “I don’t know. I guess it all depends on where life takes me.”
    “As a photographer you can work anywhere.”
    She laughed. “I still don’t think of myself as a photographer. I’ve only been offered one professional assignment so far. I haven’t even done it yet. What if it’s a disaster?”
    “It will be fantastic. Is this the one for San Francisco Magazine? ”
    “Yes. It’s next week. Robert Pattinson, for crying out loud! I’m paralyzed with nerves.”
    “You move very well for someone with paralysis.” He offered her a dish of stuffed olives, and she smiled and took one. “Do you have to fly to New York for the shoot?”
    “No, he’s coming here for a movie premiere. At least if everything goes as planned. Maybe he’ll cancel at the last minute.” She tucked a curl nervously behind her ear and bit her lip.
    “He won’t cancel. He’s a professional. And you’ll do an amazing job. Just think, soon your picture will be pirated all over the internet.”
    “Oh, stop! I just hope I don’t annoy him, or drop my camera or something. It’s got to be film, not digital. I think that’s one of the reasons they asked me.”
    “They asked you because you’re amazingly talented and they know everyone will be talking about the pictures. Just relax and try to enjoy it.” He stroked her arm. Her dress was silky soft jersey material that draped lusciously over her curves. Heat flared in his groin and he had to resist the urge to let his hand trail over more of her delicious body.
    All in good time, he promised himself. He needed at least a few dates with her under his belt before he made any kind of…move. Though the temptation to make one right now was killing him.
    Especially when she shifted, and the fabric of her dress pulled tight for a moment over her tantalizing breasts.
    Ouch. His pants suddenly felt tight.
    Her eyes sparkled as she sipped her champagne. “I’m excited about the concert. I’ve been going to jazz concerts regularly over the past year. I’m really starting to get the music.”
    He smiled. “Then you can teach me. All I do is enjoy it.”
    “That works, too. It’s so nice to meet someone who likes doing so many of the things I enjoy.”
    “I love walking around with you. You know so much of the city.”
    Her eyes brightened. “I’d be happy to roam around more of it with you.”
    He offered her some marinated chicken in a pita and she put it on her plate. “Where do you recommend?”
    “How about the Marina? Or the Painted Ladies—the Victorian houses, of course, not the hookers—near the park? Alcatraz is pretty wild. Have you ever been there?”
    “No, and now I can’t wait to go to each and every one of them.”
     
    Why hadn’t he kissed her yet? Bree examined her carefully made up face in the mirror. Gavin was due any minute—again. They’d seen each other every other day for the past two weeks, walked nearly a hundred miles around