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He loved watching her brainstorm, she went all in.
"Buggy rides, horse drawn carriages for the romantic or visitors who just want to wander around town to look at what's being offered. It's going to be like a fairy tale location combined with the Victorian Era. What do you think?"
He scooped up pasta.
"I've been looking at the plans."
"And?"
"I think it's brilliant."
Her smile had his breath lodging somewhere in his throat. Dimples peeked out and white teeth flashed against very sexy lips. It was funny. She wasn't wearing a stitch of makeup, and her hair was tumbling all over the place, yet, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
The thought of it staggered him and rendered him speechless.
Picking up the glass, he took a sip.
"You okay?" she asked him curiously.
"Yeah." He had to move in order to keep his wits about him.
"How about some dessert? There's tiramisu."
"Let's save it for later." Her eyes danced. Unaware of the turmoil she was causing, she continued.
"I vote for the movie and popcorn and hell, soda."
Her words settled him, and he stared at her with raised brows.
"You're going to be sick," he predicted.
"Fortunately, we're home." Shoving to her feet, she came around and took his arm, sending heat straight through him.
"Come on, McCreary, old black and white films await."
He allowed himself to be led into the sunken theater room with its roomy bed-like easy chairs, decorated in rich burgundy. The large screen was mounted on the wall and fashioned like a movie theater. There was a concession stand.
She made a beeline for it and started the popcorn.
"I'm choosing the movie," she told him, flashing a smile over her left shoulder as she headed towards the stack of movies.
"Action?" She turned to look at him as he made himself comfortable on one of the recliners.
"It's your deal." Lifting his hands, he crossed them at the back of his head and felt another quick jolt as she wrinkled her nose at him.
"How do you feel about Seagal?"
"Considering that I'm a straight guy, I'd have to say that he does absolutely nothing for me."
He grinned at her wry look.
"You're a funny guy." She plucked several movies out.
"First Stallone and then Seagal."
"Okay."
She got it started and to his shocked surprise, came to settle next to him. Plumping up the pillows, she curled her body next to his, her hair spilling over his arm. For a moment he could not breathe and when he did, her scent assailed his nostrils.
