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care about a woman he bedded.
    Peter eyed the couch and grinned. “Don’t
worry; I take them one at a time now.”
    Devin shook his head and left the suite.
Halfway down the hall a leggy brunette did a double take, smiled at him, then
knocked on the door of his suite.
    One thing he could say about his cousin
Peter, he had exquisite taste.
     
    * * * *
     
    Keary lifted the
single red rose to her nose and inhaled. The sweet scent and Devin’s
thoughtfulness seduced her. She placed it down on the table and gazed into the
eyes of the giver. The dark eyes glowed—but not with lust. She’d witnessed his
deep brown eyes, like melting chocolate, covet her body. His hunger had been
impossible to mask.
    His yearning empowered her. For too long Keary had lived a non-sexual, non-sensual life. In the
presence of Devin, she was a goddess. He looked at her the way one would a
masterpiece, amazed and appreciative. Somehow it was more than that tonight. If
she didn’t know any better she’d swear love shone from his eyes.
    Stop those crazy thoughts. It’s the
candlelight. A romantic restaurant can play with your head.
    “So do you like steak? This place is noted
for their steak but the entire menu is good if you’d prefer seafood or poultry.
I’ve heard the Cornish Hens are good.”
    The menu boasted a smorgasbord of delectable
meals. The toughest part for Keary would be making a
choice. “Have you eaten here before?”
    He nodded. “It’s one of my favorites.”
    “Then tell me what’s good. There are too
many things I like. I could come here once a week until I’ve tried everything
on the menu. “
    “I’d like nothing more so we’ll have to
find a way to keep seeing each other until we work our way through the menu.”
His voice hitched at the end of the sentence as if he turned the statement into
a question.
    Keary laughed,
not knowing any other way to respond. If only there was a way to make that
happen. “Steak then. How about the
filet mignon?”
    “Perfect choice.” Devin looked up as the waiter approached with a bottle of champagne. Devin
nodded at him to pour two glasses.
    After they ordered, Devin took her hand
and caressed it. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He grinned
as if he was deliriously happy. He looked the way she felt.
    Am I imagining this? It’s the most
perfect night I can ever remember. Is it real or is it fantasy? Stop
questioning and simply enjoy it. Life is too short to second guess the good
times.
    He picked up his glass and raised it to
her. “To a wonderful evening.”
    Keary lifted her
glass and brought it to his. She couldn’t have imagined anything better. Not even
in her romances. Was it just the thought of love?
    Or was she really falling?
     
    * * * *
     
    Normally Devin wouldn’t have ordered a
filet. He preferred the porterhouse. Tonight, however, he ordered the same as Keary so that he could even taste the same things she
tasted.
    He wanted to know her. He needed more than
just an understanding of what she liked in bed. He needed to know her.
    The real her, the person
rather than the childhood fantasy.
    Peter’s father always said you could tell
the most about a person from the type of house he’d choose and his favorite
room in it. Devin figured it’d be a good enough place to start. “Now this is
going to sound a little strange, but if you could have any kind of house, what
would it be like and what would your favorite room in it be?”
    “I’ve heard stranger. Let me think about
that.” She took her last bite of steak and looked far off in thought as she
chewed. “Any kind at all?”
    Devin nodded. “Make it your absolute
ideal.” He tried to imagine what she’d choose and if it’d be the kind of place
he’d like living.
    “I guess I’d pick an English Tudor. I’ve
always loved them. It wouldn’t have to be a massive one. “
    He’d grown up in one. A
huge one. He hoped the one she dreamed of would have more warmth. “And
what would