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enough his unexpected faith in her professional integrity warmed Heather. The feeling lasted for
    all of ten seconds before she reminded herself that maybe she shouldn’t be flattered. It probably only meant
    that Flynn didn’t think she had the guts or the resolve to take such a drastic revenge.
    Heather didn’t respond to his declaration. She told herself she was under absolutely no obligation to
    carry the burden of conversation. Eight months ago she had felt differently. The deep, purposeful
    conversations with Flynn had been enormously important to her. They had seemed a bright omen of the
    future, a sure indication that she could really communicate with this man and an assurance that he wanted
    to communicate on a meaningful level with her. That was before she had learned that such conversations
    were merely a tool of seduction that Flynn wielded particularly well.
    Across the table Flynn watched Heather moodily. When she continued to sit quietly, drinking her beer
    and gazing around the room with mild interest, he sighed heavily and leaned forward once more in an
    attempt to force some intimacy.
    „Heather, I know you don’t want to listen to me tonight, but there are some things that have to be said.“
    „Not now, Flynn. Here comes the food.“ She eyed the brimming platters of tacos and tamales with the
    first genuine enthusiasm she had exhibited that evening.
    Flynn waited impatiently while the food was set down in front of them. When the waitress had bustled
    off he tried again to make himself heard above the cheerful din. „Damn it, Heather, this is important. I have
    something to say to you, and you, by God, are going to listen.“
    „Can you speak up, Flynn? It’s so noisy in here.“ Heather splashed hot sauce on her taco and took a
    giant, crunchy bite.
    Quite suddenly the room went silent in the way that a crowded room sometimes does. Unfortunately for
    Flynn there was no warning and his next words were already half out of his mouth. They fell loudly into the
    unexpected lull, audible in every corner of the restaurant. Everyone’s head turned.
    „Damn it to hell, Heather, will you please pay attention? I’m asking you to marry me!“

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    Heather was still having trouble controlling her laughter when Flynn finally stuffed her unceremoniously
    back into the Porsche and slid in beside her.
    „I’m glad you find the whole thing so amusing,“ he muttered as he turned the key savagely in the
    ignition.
    „I do.“ Heather struggled to contain another fit of giggles. „To tell you the truth, it was the funniest thing
    I’ve experienced in weeks. It made me realize how little laughing we did together eight months ago. Lots of
    heavy conversation but very little laughter.“ It was true, she realized suddenly. She hadn’t thought about it
    until tonight, but she suddenly realized that humor had been an ingredient that had been distinctly absent in
    her relationship with Flynn.
    „In case it escaped your notice, I was definitely not laughing tonight.“ He shoved the car into gear with a
    controlled violence that sent the Porsche racing onto the street.
    „Too bad. Everyone else in the restaurant was.“
    „Including you.“
    „Maybe someday when you’re ninety-five or so you’ll look back and see the humor of the situation.“
    „I doubt it.“ There was a tense silence for a few moments and then Flynn went on aggressively. „In any
    event, I didn’t get an answer.“
    Heather’s laughter finally faded. „No, you didn’t, did you? That was partially because I was too busy
    watching you recover from the scene you had created. And partially because I couldn’t believe what I was
    hearing.“
    „I meant it, Heather,“ he assured her quietly. „I want you to marry me.“
    „Why?“
    „For God’s sake, will you stop questioning everything I say or do? I want you to marry me for the usual
    reasons, damn it.“
    „What are your usual reasons, Flynn?“ she asked with deep