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than the rapper we’d signed. We kept the track on the record, and it hit number ten on the charts. Now the monkey is demanding his own contract. His agent’s a real animal.” Ethan grinned.
    “Ha ha.” Jillian shook her head. “What a different world from the one here. We get lots of wacky tourists, but nothing like that. Except for the guy who insisted his cat was a seeing eye cat, and kept trying to bring it into The Love Shack.”
    “A seeing eye cat?” He chuckled. “Hey, you never know. It could have been.”
    “If the guy had actually been blind, we might have let him bring Princess in with him, but he was reading a book at the table. Didn’t exactly help his case.”
    “That’s too funny.” Ethan tugged the bottle of pinot grigio out of the ice bucket beside them, and topped off her glass. “How’s your lasagna?”
    “Amazing.” She took a sip of wine. The pricey blend went down smooth and easy. She couldn’t remember the name of the vineyard or the year, only that Ethan had ordered the bottle with confidence that said it wasn’t his first time choosing a wine. “The entire meal is amazing. And the restaurant is gorgeous. I had no idea it was this nice inside.”
    The entire restaurant was decorated in soft shades of cream and light blue, making it feel like they’d brought the beach inside, but with an upscale edge. It felt like almost like an exclusive island resort, where the waiters brought fruity drinks to bronzed women in shaded lounge chairs.
    He arched a brow. “You’ve never been here? But you live on this island.”
    “Nope. Never been here. I’ve only heard about it vicariously through friends.” She shrugged. “Most of my dates have been the let’s-get-a-burger type.”
    Ethan cut off a bite of his chicken saltimbocca. “And your fiancé? Was he a burger guy, too?”
    She could hear all the other unspoken questions in that innocuous one. Like, was she still involved with Zach? Still in love with him? Missing the burgers with him even as she sat here and ate decadent lasagna and drank a vintage white wine? “Yeah, definitely a burger guy.”
    That didn’t answer any of those unspoken questions, after all. Maybe because even she didn’t know the answers yet.
    Ethan raised her glass toward her. His gaze smoldered when it met hers, and that sent a little thrill down her spine. “Well, Jillian Matheson, I think you deserve more than burgers. Much more.”
    She clinked her glass against his and took another sip. “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure what else to say to that. The whole experience felt surreal, as if she were watching another girl out on a date. With Zach, things had been far from perfect, but they had been predictable, familiar. This date with Ethan was all new and a little scary. Like being on a rollercoaster for the first time and not knowing whether it was going to plummet down a hill or zig around a tight curve.
    “You are so different from the women I normally meet in LA,” Ethan said.
    “Different?” She laughed. “Is that a good thing?”
    “It’s… refreshing.” He smiled at her, and something tingled deep inside Jillian. “You are quite an intriguing woman, Jillian.”
    She’d never considered herself intriguing or interesting or anything of the sort. She was just a waitress in her family-owned restaurant on an island smaller than most cities. The attention from Ethan—the clear interest from this handsome, polished man—was more intoxicating than the wine. “Thank you…again.”
    He held her gaze for a little while. The room seemed to disappear, to narrow to just the two of them at this candlelit table by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bay. Then the waiter stopped by to refill their water glasses and the spell was broken.
    “Okay, so I have a test for everyone I meet, sort of an occupational curiosity, I guess,” Ethan said after the waiter had left. “I like to find out what kind of music people listen to. What speaks to