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"Feel him," Cornelius said

"I do That’s rean stood at our front door Behind hihts on Rogan wore a black suit He was perfectly proportioned, and unless I stood next to hie he was The suit es to his narrow flat waist and broad shoulders He’d shaved His short hair was brushed He looked every inch a billionaire

He was definitely up to so

"He’s here!" Grander-hound and crowded all aroundto propose" Grandrowled

"He isn’t going to propose We’re going to dinner Let ed to escape the table

"A date?" Diana asked, s

"A dinner," I said

"You look like a princess," Matilda told otten about h the office to the front door and walked out into the Texas winter, where Rogan aiting for me He tilted his head, and I saw the exact moment heat sparked in his eyes

"You look fantastic," he said

I wore a black dress, an Adriana Red original, froht it for three hundred dollars last year, when her boutique store had just opened Two own to the Emmys, and suddenly Adriana became a fashion name I couldn’t afford her anyht--but as far as I was concerned, I earing her best work The dress was silided down ht curves while still ant Its heth to show off ed a little lower than was strictly appropriate for a business dinner, but I wasn’t having a business dinner My hair fell on ave ht My outfit wouldn’t take any fashion prisoners, but nobody could find fault with it

Rogan’s eyes had turned hot and dark

"You look great too," I told hiular black box out of his pocket and opened it A beautiful eer than ht froreen tinted with a hint of blue It dangled on the pale gold chain like a tear

"Yes?" Rogan asked There was a slight wariness in hi any second

"It’s gorgeous," I told him honestly

He took it from the box I held up my hair and he slipped the chain over ht

"Just for dinner though," I told hiht it for you," he said "I ive it to you for Christ the necklace would be rejecting hi fifty thousand dollars on my neck, which was ether But then he had more money than he could count in a lifetime, and if he wanted me to wear the necklace, I would

"Thank you"

He s at me like that, on’t et in the car"

He held the door out for me and I slid into the heated interior of the Mercedes

Flanders’ Steakhouse sat at the top of a twenty-story building on Louisiana Street, just southwest of the theater district, and it took full advantage of the view Floor-to-ceiling s presented the spectacular expanse of the night sky, belohich Houston spread, gloarainst the darkness Freeways curved aly throughbrowns, and the delicate chandeliers, wrought iron spirals supporting upturned triangles of pale glass, softened the décor even further I’d gone out on a few business dinners, and most Houston steakhouses catered to executives with business accounts They ran either straight into rustic Texas, with longhorn skulls and cow pelts on the walls, or they rese member This was nice

It finally hit me We were on a date Our first real date