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“No catch Just offering to share lanced toward the burned re out foran uninterruptedain”

“Ha-ha Real funny The only reason ht fire is because I was so tired” And had been distracted by thoughts of hi him that part

“Fine You can take a cat nap on my sofa while I finish up dinner”

As if

“What are you serving?” she ventured out of curiosity, but with no intention of even entertaining the possibility of actually agreeing to have dinner with hiht prefer burnt toast”

He laughed and shook his head “You won’t We’re having Chicken Marsala served on a bed of angel-hair pasta, steaht butter sauce, and a red wine because I prefer red to white”

Of course he did Red stood for passion and white was just bland, right? Jude was a red kind of guy

She blinked “Are you for real?”

“You could pinch me and find out”

His eyes twinkled with that sparkle that had her heart doing funny floppy things in her chest

“You wish”

Jude did wish

As crazy as the thought was, he wanted Sarah to pinch him

Not to see if he was real, but to wake hi in some type of haze

What was he thinking, inviting her to dinner? Not about how beautiful she ithout her thick glasses blocking her face