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    “Forty-seventh and forty-eighth floors.”
    Okay, so he owned half of two floors and doing it this way gave the primary entertainment areas a cathedral ceiling with two levels of rooms to the side. She turned in a circle, admiring the majestic interior, and walked to the window to see a magnificent panorama of the city. “Are we on top?”
    “No, the floors above have considerably larger units and I didn’t need or want so much space. This is four bedrooms, living room, den, kitchen, dining, and too many bathrooms. Let’s head upstairs, your dresses should be in one of the guest rooms and you can use the attached bathroom to get ready.” He paused, but she didn’t turn from the view, and he continued. “You’ll find a drawer with new hairbrushes still in the package, along with a hair dryer and various sizes of curling and flat irons. There should also be new toothbrushes and several brands of toothpaste; feel free to help yourself to whatever you need. Someone will arrive in about thirty minutes to do your makeup, if it’s okay with you.”
    She was still at the wall of windows, and kept her back turned to him. “You’re used to entertaining females here, I take it?”
    His voice was formal, almost businesslike. “I throw a lot of parties and like to see to the comfort of all my guests, no matter their gender.” He took a breath, and when he spoke again his tone relaxed. “I have an entertainment organizer who comes once a month to do an inventory and restock — unless I have a big party, and then she checks before and after. She also keeps my liquor and wine stash stocked, and hires the maids.”
    Cara sighed and turned to face him. “When you looked at my pants last night, you were looking at the size? You planned all this as you invited me?”
    He suddenly didn’t look at all confident, more like a scared little boy afraid he’d just messed up. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
    “A little. Yeah.”
    “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention. I want to take you to a nearby restaurant I love. There’s a dress code so I thought...” He stopped and didn’t start again, and she could see he wasn’t sure what to do next. The contradiction of this Travis versus the ultra-confident man of a few minutes before brought to mind her speculation earlier in the day, and she said, “I think I’ve figured a few things out.”
    He met her gaze and Cara was struck by the lost look in his eyes. She was sorry she’d said anything but didn’t see a way to back out, now that she’d started. “It came to me when you said you’d rented Six Flags and invited a couple hundred of your friends for a party.”
    She stepped a bit closer and gave what she hoped was a friendly smile. “You were a millionaire as a teenager. What adolescent boy wouldn’t rent an amusement park if he had unlimited resources? You were emancipated at 16 and had little parental guidance and an inexhaustible stream of money. But you were shy around girls. My guess is you figured if you couldn’t get a girlfriend the normal way you’d hire someone. Pay for sex. Am I really the first girl you haven’t had to pay to spend time with you?”
    Shoulders drooping, he walked through the large open space they were standing in, and Cara noticed the huge chandelier reflecting the light as it passed through the wall of windows behind her and danced on the walls, floor, and furniture. Travis sank to a sleek black leather sofa and put his head in his hands, oblivious to the sunbeams dancing across him.
    Cara followed, sitting on another sofa, facing him. “I’m sorry. I probably could’ve said that a nicer way.”
    He raised his eyes to meet hers and dropped his hands as he sat up, obviously uncomfortable but trying to play it off as if he weren’t. “I’ve gone out with a few women, but it didn’t work. We didn’t date long enough to call them a girlfriend but you’re not the first person I haven’t had to pay to spend time with