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image on the camera’s screen together, head to head.
    One image reflected the happiness on people’s faces as they ate ice cream and talked, another showed the light filtering through the trees above, and yet another displayed the innocent joy of a child and the adoration of a doting father. Travis was a perfect gentleman all day, holding her hand, touching her shoulder, casually wrapping his arm around her and resting his hand on her hip, or gently pushing the hair from her face when it came loose from her ponytail.
    She’d tried to dampen her hair in the restroom, to smooth it back, but it was an uncontrollable mess. Most of the women around her had carefree windblown hair when they exited the rollercoasters, but she had wild and crazy hair, even pulled into a ponytail. Since it was hopeless she mostly ignored it, only pulling it loose and refastening when so much came free it blew into her eyes.
    They were winding down when he pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, smiling as one would at an adorably mischievous toddler. “We’re close to the car if you’re about ready to go. I have a condo downtown, would you like to run by there and get showers so we can eat in Atlanta before we drive back? There’s a restaurant near my place I’d love to take you.”
    “I’m not dressed for a nice restaurant, though I have to admit a shower sounds tempting.” She scrunched her nose. “But I can’t wash my hair without the right kind of conditioner or it’ll really look like I stuck my finger in a light socket, and I have no makeup with me.”
    He asked her what hair products she used and with a bit of coaxing she told him. When they reached the car he put her into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt again, and made a quick phone call as he walked to the driver’s side, opening the door as he thanked someone and dropped himself into the driver’s seat with a happy smile.
    Twenty minutes later they pulled up to a skyscraper in downtown Atlanta. Someone opened Cara’s door and she looked at Travis, not sure what to do. He nodded for her to get out and he exited on his side, leaving the car running. A uniformed attendant drove it off as they stepped through an impressive arched entrance.
    The gentleman in the lobby spoke to Travis by name, and he answered with, “Good evening to you also, Edward. I trust you’re doing well?”
    Cara wondered at the familiarity, and as they neared a wall of elevators, the doors opened automatically. She felt way out of her league as they stepped into a well-appointed elevator, the marble and smoked glass and directional lighting making her want to paint the effect. There were no floor buttons to push on the inside, though the doors closed and they began rising. Cara eyed the wall and looked at him, and he explained. “They operate the elevators from the lobby. On the rare occurrence no one’s on duty, I have a key card programmed to call one of the cars and take me to my floor.”
    “Do you have a business in Atlanta, too? Why do you keep a second residence here?”
    “I spend a lot of my...” he hesitated, started again. “I spend a lot of leisure time here. The nightlife makes Chattanooga pale by comparison.”
    Only two doors faced them when they exited the elevator. Wow, he owned half of this floor. Impressive.
    Travis turned to her. “I had two dresses delivered in your size earlier today. I hope you like one of them enough to wear. If you don’t there’s a dress shop on this block and you can pick something you like.” A fancy shopping bag stood on the floor beside one of the doors and he stooped to retrieve it, folding the top down so she could see the contents. Shampoo and conditioner. Not her brand, but the smoothing and extra conditioning version of a more expensive brand. A much more expensive brand. He swiped his key card and when the door swung open her eyes went past the living area and landed on the spectacular view.
    “How high are