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so she concentrated on her meal. She hoped this wasn’t a mistake, yet every fiber of her being wanted it to be right. The chemistry in the air sizzled between them and for a flicker of a moment Isabelle didn’t care whether he had changed or not. There was no denying she wanted him.
     
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    His feelings for her were growing more intense by the minute. She was vulnerable yet industrious, making sacrifices for her family. An urge to protect, support and provide comfort for her overwhelmed him. She deserved so much more and he wanted to give it to her.
    A comfortable silence surrounded them while they ate dinner. The warmth in the room had given her a pink glow which matched her lips. Her natural beaut y shone in the low candlelight. Again he was struck by how much better she looked this way. More often than not was the other way around:  models didn’t look better without makeup. It wasn’t about how she looked, however, it was about the kindness he knew he would find inside if she allowed him in. All these new sensations, new feelings, new wants were far from his casual manner of recent months. A sudden realization struck him. The compassionate side he’d buried while overseas now surged up through him with a vengeance, but it was a welcome feeling. He didn’t want to hide anymore. He didn’t want to live a shallow empty existence.
    He wanted her.
     
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    Unbeknownst to her, as she snuck looks at him, he did the same. She decided the man she gazed at was not the man she thought him to be. She had misjudged him. Yes, he had done the things he was reputed to have done but it seemed perhaps his motivations weren’t malicious or uncaring. Was it possible to have a future with him? Then Isabelle wondered how she could entertain this idea after having spent barely an hour with him. The desire to kiss his full lips, brush the hair which crawled down his brow, and run her hands over his broad shoulders surged through her, clouding her mind with lust. The strength of her desire surprised her. Thoughts of naked flesh and hot kisses sent a flush to fill her cheeks. What am I doing? I’m a mother, I have to be responsible. Yet, try as she might, she couldn’t shake the image of his flesh pressed against hers. In an attempt to push these lustful thoughts aside she concentrated on her meal. It took nearly all her strength to keep her eyes lowered.
    When he reached across the table and took her hand, she looked up again. His face looked earnest. He didn’t appear to be struggling with lust. In fact he looked quite the opposite. What did this mean? Her stomach lurched.
    “You are going to think I’m nuts when I say this,” he said. Words became lost in her mouth so she shook her head. “You are making me feel things I didn’t think were possible. When I met you I discovered I wanted to change. I didn’t want to ruin any chance with you. You make me want to be a different man.”
    Oh my!
    She gazed at him unspeaking for what seemed like endless minutes. Mitch thought he would faint if he didn’t breathe soon. He hoped he wouldn’t scare her off with his declaration. The words had spilled out before he even realized what he was doing. She affected him that much.
    “ Mitchell, that would have to be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.” She continued to stare at him with wide eyes and a sweet smile. “I’ve been thinking about you too. I admit I was a bit concerned about your reputation.” He frowned and she squeezed his hand. “I also couldn’t deny the effect you had on me, so I wondered if you weren’t the man I thought you might be. Now I believe you aren’t and it just makes me want to do this even more.”
    “Do what?” he asked with a dry mouth.
    With one finger she gestured for him to move forward. He leaned across the table as she did before her lips brushed his cheek. His blood reached boiling point as he signaled for the bill.
    After refusing to allow her to pay her half