“The glazed-over look. He was someplace else. One of these times, she’d figure out what brought it on and she’d know his secrets. God knows he had them. When he walked her to the door of her apartment, he leaned in to kiss her, but this time, it wasn’t the hot, passionate kiss she’d been looking forward to. It was softer, almost brotherly. Certainly distracted, like the cloudy look in his eyes. He didn’t wait for her to open the door before leaving, saying, “Talk to you soon.” “Wait. I haven’t t...hanked you.” She touched his arm to stop him. “It was another lovely day. Thank you for the delicious brunch. And your guide services.” “My pleasure. Again. I enjoy showing off the city to such a receptive audience.” Something in their interchange seemed to have shaken off whatever his mood had been because he smiled. “And I think we can call it what it really was, don’t you?” “Which is?” The hopeful feeling sprouted again as she waited for his answer. “A date.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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