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small, individual holding cell that was lined on three walls with the benches of the booth table. The entire cell was taken up by the table and seating. Scott gestured for Cassie to sit down and followed her onto the bench seat as she scooted around the corner. Their table was private and totally swanky. The benches were tufted leather and capped at the corners with brass fittings. Cassie guessed this was probably the best table in the house and she wondered which palms he had to grease to get it at short notice. She chuckled internally at the thought of him trying to impress her again.  
    “Your waiter will be here in a moment. Enjoy your meal,” the hostess said nicely.
    “So what do you think?” Scott asked Cassie, obviously trying to read the look on her face.  
    “I’m trying to decide if I should be my usual smart-mouth self or tell you how absolutely amazing this place is.”
    “Stick with the smart mouth.”
    “I can’t believe you took me to a jail for dinner. That just subtracted points from your running total and you have a lot to make up for when you try to kiss me tonight,” she said with her typical beaming grin.  
    “Do I get a warm-up kiss for practice?”
    “I suppose that would only be fair.”
    He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was very nice, no romantic bravado, but very sensual and deep.  
    “You’re getting better,” she said with an appraising smile.  
    “Thank you.”
    They were interrupted by the waiter bringing them short-stemmed water goblets and a simple parchment menu. He described the specials for the night and Cassie was amazed at the flavor combinations he described. Before the waiter had even finished his spiel, she already knew she would try the beer-braised pork chops with apricot onion sauce. That dish combined the oddest mix of flavor she could imagine and she had to try it.  
    Scott ordered them an artichoke-feta shrimp appetizer and wine. He thanked the waiter and turned again to Cassie, hoping she was still impressed with the place.
    “You look ridiculous in jeans in here, you know,” she said playfully. “I thought we were going some place casual.”
    “Well, these are my good jeans, not my ripped up ones, so I thought it would be ok. Besides, I couldn’t just take you to a fast food place. I prefer to look down at a table when I’m ordering rather than up at a value-menu.”
    “You don’t have to do that, you know. Try to impress me. You don’t need to,” Cassie said, still with a smile, but also very sincerely. “Looking up to order is fine with me. It’s the company that I think about. But tonight I’ll admit that I’m impressed with the company and the restaurant.”
    Scott couldn’t contain his grin. “Good. That’s what I was going for.”
    She smiled at him and looked at his blue eyes and dimple and couldn’t help herself. She leaned over and kissed his dimple and allowed herself the tiniest little sweep of her tongue along the little crease. She pulled him around the corner to sit beside her and rested her hand on his thigh. He shook his head at her move and reached his arm around her.  
    Scott sat back against the booth, pulling her back to rest with him. They sat like that for a while and Cassie let her hand rub his leg a bit. Scott moved his fingers along her shoulder in response and she smiled. They only sat upright when the waiter brought the wine and appetizers. Everything was delicious, including the conversation. They talked and laughed through their meal, and ordered a simple pineapple sorbet for desert.  
    “God, the food here is amazing,” Cassie said when she sampled the sorbet. “Thank you. I’ve never been anywhere like this.”
    “You’re welcome.” He seemed to appreciate her sincerity but she saw his face change when he noticed she got an ornery look in her eye.
    “Ask for the check,” she said with a devilish grin. “I have an idea.”  
    “I’m scared to ask,” was all he could say to her as he