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    She held his gaze, willing him to see that his ethnicity was irrelevant to her. Finally, he smiled back. When the hostess approached, he asked for a table for two. Thank God, there was no wait because she was starving. Diego moved quickly to put the helmets down behind his chair so he could come and hold hers out for her. The gesture was so sweet and old fashioned. She beamed her thanks.
    He sat opposite, the small square table separating them by a couple of feet. It was a homey place with cotton table cloths, low lighting, and a lit candle flickering in a squat glass container in the middle of the table. It was romantic in a low key way. She glanced at Diego over the top of her menu and allowed herself to appreciate how sexy he looked, with his dark hair and olive skin. His shirt exposed a hint of his chest, where a couple of curly hairs resided. She’d never touched a man who had chest hair. Her fingers tightened their grip on her menu as she imagined what it would be like.
    Diego glanced up from his menu. “If you keep looking at me like that, Cassidy, I’m never going to be able to figure out what I want to eat. Other than you, of course,” he added in a murmur before she had a chance to challenge his statement that she was looking at him in any particular way.
    She gasped in shock, the titillated kind, not the actually outraged kind. No man had ever said anything that provocative outside of bed or inside it. Naturally, Thomas hadn’t, being so proper he barely managed to indicate he wanted sex at all. There was no chance to respond further because the server stepped up.
    They both ordered a glass of Chianti, and Cassidy went with her usual Italian choice. “I’ll have the fusilli Bolognese, please.” Her taste buds tended toward the unadventurous.
    “ Linguini fra diablo ,” Diego said.
    “That’s a bold choice. It sounds too spicy to me.”
    Diego folded his arms on the table top, leaning in closer. “I like hot things.” His tongue did a slow swipe of his bottom lip while his eyes were focused like lasers on her. She didn’t miss his deliberate use of the synonym.
    “Oh?” Heat flashed through her, and she took a big gulp of her ice water. “Is, um, Puerto Rican cuisine hot ?” Wow, she was really bad at flirting.
    Diego didn’t seem to notice or care. “When it wants to be.” His voice was low and seductive. He knew exactly what he was doing.
    Cassidy was saved from coming up with a suitable reply by the server bringing their wine. Raising his glass, Diego leaned in even closer. “To the beautiful woman who agreed to have dinner with me.” He brought the glass to his lips, and she watched as his throat worked the liquid down.
    Oh, God, she was completely out of her depth. Instead of trying to come up with an equally complimentary toast, she gulped down some of the wine. Long minutes passed as they drank their wine and waited for dinner to arrive. Diego did most of the talking, amiable chatting about nothing in particular. She appreciated his giving her some space instead of continuing his seduction. She must have looked as awkward as she felt. She tried to stare playfully at him, but it was no good. She wasn’t going to be able to be blasé about this impromptu date.
    “I think this would be a good time to confess something,” she said when there was a lull in the conversation. Diego raised his eyebrows, but otherwise gave her the space to continue. “I haven’t been on a date in over a year, and before that, I’d been engaged for five years.” She left out the part about how her fiancé had also been her boyfriend since college. It was just too pathetic to provide those additional details.
    Diego twirled his glass thoughtfully. “Really? Then I’m even more flattered and grateful that you agreed to break your fast, as it were, with me. Thank you.”
    Seriously? “I don’t think you’re getting my point.” Her explanation was interrupted by their meals being served. Her dish