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Then afterward she was going to come back and haunt me for good measure.
    “Gemma, you’re making it sound like I held them up at gun point,” I finally said when I could get a word in. I could practically see Gemma through the phone, rolling her eyes to the ceiling and mouthing a rant at it, her hair bouncing as she paced her living room in her overly high heels.
    “Do you know how many legal cases I work with on people photographing other people’s property?” Gemma gave another dramatic groan. “You and this fellow are both really tip-toeing that line. You go flying over the city with the hottest man in town. People would kill to have a boyfriend take them on a private flight, you know. And you two obsess over work, and at that, just three hairs shy of stalking-type work. I hope he’s finally taking you out to dinner.”
    “Actually —” I gazed over at the pan simmering on the oven, and gave it a quick stir. “He’s coming over to show me the pictures. We’re going to eat together while we look them over.”
    I pulled my ear away from the phone as I listened to a high pitched, gleeful squeal from my friend. Both cats even stopped their tussling, their ears perked as they tried to figure out what the noise was. All at once Bernard seemed to remember that he had decided not to get along with Sasha. He swiped at her and darted under the table, only to have her prance after him.
    “Are you serious?” Gemma demanded. “You two are finally having dinner together?”
    “Sort of.” I stirred the dinner again.
    “And — it’s a business type thing? Rose, what am I going to do with you?” Gemma sighed loudly and dramatically. “But it’s a start! What are you making? Those rosemary noodles?”
    “Actually, I’m making vegetarian Thai green curry.” I said as I lowered the temperature on the pan.
    “Thai green curry? The man is so hot he should be illegal. You have walked all over town together. You faced a murder mystery and cross-dressing nuns together. He took you on a private flight over the town in a helicopter. You finally get him home, and you’re using your amazing cooking skills to make Thai green curry?”
    “He said he likes Thai green curry.” I bit my bottom lip uncertainly. I hadn’t wanted to make it awkward by working on anything too elaborate. Maybe Gemma had a point. I had been hesitant to call for second opinions. Gemma, as expected, wanted me to prepare a four course meal. And the last time I asked Janet for dessert advice, she lectured me on the evils of sugar and fructans. I didn’t want to live through that lecture again.
    I checked the clock. No time to have something ordered. I’d have to roll with it.
    “You’ll be the death of me,” Gemma mumbled dramatically. “Ah well, it’s a start. At least you’re learning his food preferences, to look on the bright side. But why Thai green curry, though?”
    “Well, he said he liked it,” I said defensively. “I already told you that.” What on earth was wrong with Thai green curry anyway? I thought it was a good idea — well, I had. Now I wasn’t so sure. Now I was even more nervous than ever.
    There was silence for a moment, and then Gemma spoke again. “So, when is he going to show up?”
    “In about ten or fifteen minutes.”
    “You’re dressed to knock him dead, right? That cute little cocktail dress you never wear? Please say you aren’t in sweatpants just ‘cause it’s a casual thing? There is such a thing as too casual.”
    “No! I’m not in sweat pants. What do you take me for?” I glanced down at my black slacks with worry. Too plain?
    Gemma groaned again. “Honey, we have got to get you some practice, before you get stuck with some man living in his mama’s basement, or end up like Janet and marrying some overgrown Ken doll on steroids.”
    “Gemma!” I frowned at Gemma and then realized she couldn’t see me. I really was stressed.
    “We’re all thinking it. No human body should look like that