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sister. I didn ’t push for more information, I didn’t want her closing up on me, but I could tell it was not a friendly relationship. She was very animated when she talked about her parents, but then got embarrassed when she mentioned wanting to find a relationship like theirs one day. Calida attempted to ask me questions, but I successfully steered the conversation back to her whenever they got too personal.
    “So what made you move to this wonderful city?” I inquired. The smile that previously graced her face faded away. Her eyes dropped to the table then she quietly excused herself for a moment.
    I contemplated what could be the story behind that reaction while I waited for her to return. This was the first time I’d spent this kind of time with a subject. There would be some type of first encounter, maybe a second, but never to this extent. Her shy demeanor made me want to study her outside of the confines of my basement. For now at least .
    “Sorry about that,” Calida apologized quietly, sliding back into the booth.
    “Would you like dessert?” I asked, smiling at her.
    “No thank you, I ’m stuffed.”
    I signaled for the waitress to bring us the check. Calida pulled her wallet out of her jacket pocket but paused when she saw me frowning at her. The waitress returned with the check, and I handed her my credit card without taking my eyes off of Calida.
    “Thank you,” she said, putting her wallet away.
    “My pleasure.”
    She cut her eyes over at me when I placed my hand on the small of her back to guide her out to my car. When we got to my car, I leaned closer as I reached to open the door for her. Calida’s eyes widened a bit, and her tongued licked her bottom lip briefly before she drew the corner of it into her mouth. I leaned a little closer and saw her swallow hard, then saw the flutter of disappointment when I opened the door and waited for her to get in.
    I smiled as I walked around to the driver ’s side. This was going to be fun.
     
    ***
     
    I mentally chastised myself as I sat in Seth’s car. I can’t believe I thought he was going to kiss me! I can’t believe I wanted it, but I knew better. He was being polite spending the evening with me. I was not the kind of woman that was normally on his radar.
    “Where to?” Seth asked, as he slid onto the plush leather seat.
    His car was nice, very nice, which let me know he was even further out of my league.
    “Um, you can just drop me at the Lenox Station.”
    Seth sat back against his seat and crossed his arms. The same frown he had when I pulled out my wallet once again made an appearance. “It ’s nearly dark. I would prefer driving you home instead of leaving you at the public transit station.”
    “Oh. I just didn ’t want to inconvenience you.”
    “I promise you, it ’s not an inconvenience.”
    Seth flashed me another one of those charming smiles that had me captivated most of the evening. Figuring I might as well enjoy the remaining time with him, I told him my address. His smile broadened when he got the information he was after, and I prayed we’d get stopped at every traffic light along the way. Seth turned on his car, and the engine roared to lif e .
    “Whoa,” I said under my breath, but from the smirk Seth gave me, I assumed he heard it.
    He quickly punched my address into his navigation system, and we were off.  Unfortunately for me, the streets of Atlanta were not crowded for once, and we arrived at my house sooner than I’d hoped.
    “Thank you. I had a great time,” I said when he killed the engine after pulling into my driveway.
    “You’re welcome, and so did I.”
    I turned to open the door, but Seth grabbed my hand stopping me. I shot him a look of confusion.
    “I can’t let you do that,” he said, answering my unspoken question.
    “I can ’t get out of the car?”
    “I can ’t let you open your own door.”
    I felt a smile spread across my face. The chivalrous nature of that statement made my