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met my eyes in the rear view. "I've been suspecting there was something going on between you two."
    Been  suspecting? How long had the driver even been aware of my existence? I felt a chill run up my spine, but I was afraid to ask the question.
    "Well, you've got solid instincts," I said. "Where are we going, by the way?"
    "The Inn at Grenarnia," he replied, in a tone of voice that suggested he'd never set foot in that restaurant himself. I felt like I wanted to scream. I knew the place - they'd been written up in the paper before, with words of high praise for their $250-a-plate tasting menus. How on earth was I supposed to behave naturally in a place like that?
    "Wow," I managed, after a silence. "Fancy."
    "Well, that's how Daniel is when he really likes someone. No expense spared. He must really want to impress you."
    Or intimidate me . "I guess so," I said.
    He'd pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant. I took a deep breath, smoothed my dress over my thighs, and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
     

Chapter Four
     
    I had to admit, the restaurant was enchanting. And I hadn't even set foot inside the door yet. They had a large veranda where couples sat on swings and Adirondack chairs, talking, laughing and sipping wine. Strings of lights twinkled like fireflies all around the eaves. Off to the side, there was a lush garden, and as I stepped closer to get a better look, Daniel walked out from under the ivy-covered trellis.
    "Maddy," he said, warmly, coming towards me and taking my hand. He held it for a moment, and I had the strange thought that he was going to lift it to his lips. Instead, he simply squeezed it a little before letting go. "That's a stunning dress, by the way."
    "Hi," I said. "This, uh, this place is really nice."
    "It's cute, isn't it?"
    That wasn't exactly the word I would have chosen for a place that cost this much, but I just nodded and smiled.
    There was a table waiting for us inside, surrounded by glowing candles and plants that seemed to be growing out of the floor. On closer inspection, they proved to be thriving in planter boxes that were built in to be at the same level. In the center of the dining room, there was a massive tree trunk; the restaurant appeared to have been built around it.
    "You look surprised," Daniel said, smiling.
    "I wasn't really expecting it to be like this," I said. "I don't know what I was expecting."
    "I can't stand a stuffy restaurant," he said. "As far as I'm concerned, it's not 'nice' if you can't be comfortable while you're there."
    We had a reservation for the tasting menu - of  course  - which was actually somewhat of a relief. At least I didn't have to try and choose the entrée that would make me stand out the least as someone who didn't belong there.
    But as time went on, I was plagued less and less with the feeling of sticking out like a sore thumb. By the time the server cleared away our third set of plates, each with a tiny Angus rib eye fillet on a bed of roasted potatoes and red wine-marinated onions, I was talking and laughing like anything. I was just finishing up my second glass of wine, and I was beginning to feel the pleasant, heady buzz. Slowly but surely, I was becoming less aware of everyone in the room except for me and Daniel.
    "You didn't have to bring me here, you know," I heard myself blurting out in the middle of an unrelated conversation. Oh, God. Why on earth had I let those words slip out? That wasn't what I meant to say at all.
    But Daniel just laughed. He was beginning to feel it a little himself, I could tell; his eyes were brighter, the skin of his cheeks rosier, than I'd ever seen. Even in the low light, his transformation from businessman to just  man  was very noticeable.
    "Yes I did," he replied, easily.
    "No, I mean…" I leaned over the table, consciously lowering my voice a little. "We could have just  said  we went."
    "Trust me," Daniel countered, his face growing serious again. "In the circles I run, it's best to