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He dropped his gaze to where their hands lay before he slowly rotated his hand under hers so that their palms grazed. Then he wrapped his fingers around hers before he raised his head again. “Emily, I want to make something very clear. Nothing you say or do for the rest of this evening will affect my donation to the Carver Center. The money will be in your account by the end of the business day tomorrow.”
His fingers flexed, and the movement sent a dart of heat zinging through her. His dark eyes trapped her gaze, while her nerves twisted into knots of anticipation. He leaned forward, and she braced herself to resist the resonance of his deep voice.
“Will you have dinner with me on Saturday?”
“Dinner? Saturday?” She’d been expecting a different question. And she hadn’t honestly known what her response would be.
“I have late meetings for the rest of this week.” He stroked the back of her hand ever so gently, the motion making the tiny hairs on her arm stand up and tingle.
“I ...” She felt herself swaying toward him, ready to say yes. Then it penetrated her brain that he was asking her out for Saturday. “No, I can’t. I’m sorry. That’s my day with Izzy. I promised her. Every Saturday.” She was babbling, so she stopped. An idea slithered into her brain. “Why don’t you come to dinner at my house? You could see how Izzy has grown up.”
“I’d really enjoy that. Having dinner at your new home.” He nodded, but it seemed meant for himself, not her. “Things are different now.”
