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“The type of wo over the words “One, I don’t have a type And two, I haven’t ht, ‘Let’s see what I can get out of Jack Deep Pockets Bennett’”

Her jaw dropped, and she stopped walking “Oh my God! Is that what you think of women? That we’re all after your money?”

“Well Not you You’re just in it for the sex” He grinned sideways at her,her mouth fall open a touch wider “Go on Tell me that isn’t true”

She scrunched up her face, ood sometimes

“Besides,” he continued casually, “You’re a Fiorini You have your own deep pockets”

She swatted him “Even so! I never cared about ? This blows the Plaza out of the water In fact, this is probably the best date I’ve ever been on, and I don’t—”

She cut off suddenly

He knehy She’d called this a date

Is that what it was? And if so, did it ood thing, wasn’t it? He liked spending time with her, too If she wanted to call it a date, fine by him

He noticed the blush on her cheeks, but kept walking, surprised at how the realization left him unfazed

Usually when a wo in the other direction And noas going on dates with Eva, confiding in Eva, living with Eva, dreaht for the foreseeable future, and was happier than he’d ever been

Soht now he couldn’t bring himself to worry about it Not when she looked so happy, too

By the time they e, the sun had sunk behind the horizon, leaving a bitter wind in its wake Jack walked slightly ahead as a barrier, trying to shield Eva against its chill, but she still sunk into his big sweatshirt, shivering

At the first opportunity, they ducked into a bus shelter and Jack called for a car service “I think we’ve had enough exercise for today,” he said, holding her close as they waited for their ride to arrive

When the driver pulled to the curb a few minutes later, she climbed into the back of the car and perched near the heater, war her hands and face “It feels like March out there,” she said