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 You re fine, he told her, and offered her his arm.
She bit her lip in that cute way again, and shyly took his arm like he d offered her a present.  Thank
you.
For some reason, her obvious pleasure at that small gesture made him feel like a fucking king. He
patted her hand.  You look incredible, he told her.  I m glad you re here.
Her eyes lit up, and once again, Rob was in love. Damn. He had it bad for this strange, sweet
amazon.
 I m happy to be here with you, she told him in a soft voice.  Where are we going?
 A little restaurant called Le Poisson. It s a few islands over. He led her to the waiting sedan and
opened the door for her.
 How are we getting there?
 I hired a private boat to take us. Come on. Our reservations won t keep if we take too long.
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The boat ride was mostly silent, with a few comments on the weather. It was clear to him that
Marjorie was nervous. That was fine with him. He d get a few drinks in her at the restaurant and
she d loosen up. The silence allowed him to study her.
She d been so happy and carefree on the beach, and even last night. Right now, she seemed like a
different person, continually tugging the dress into place as the wind whipped past and the boat flew
over the waves. Her profile was gorgeous, though, and he caught himself staring, fascinated. She
turned and noticed him staring, and an overbright smile curved her mouth.  How about this weather,
huh?
 That s the third time you ve asked that in the last fifteen minutes.
 Oh, is it? She looked crestfallen.  I m so sorry.
 Don t be. He watched a lock of hair escape her ponytail and dance across her cheek. He wanted
to touch it, but she d probably be too skittish.  You don t have to be nervous around me.
She looked over at him and laughed, and for a moment, he had the uncomfortable feeling that she
was going to say, But you re Robert Cannon, billionaire and TV mogul and my one-way ticket to
sugar-daddy-ville. Of course I m nervous. But instead, she said,  Do you realize I haven t been on a
date in two years?
His mouth curled into a reluctant smile. Of course Marjorie was exactly who she seemed. He was
just nervous over nothing.  That so?
Marjorie leaned in, tucking her arms close to her body.  Believe it or not, I don t get asked out
much.
 Now, I choose not to believe that, Rob said, but he felt a possessive streak of pleasure at her
words.
 I m afraid it s true, she said with an expressive sigh.  You re the first man with enough courage
to ask me out in a long, long time.
He snorted, enjoying the banter.  There s no courage involved in asking a pretty girl out.
 There is if she can beat you in basketball, Marjorie teased.
 I find that hard to believe, he scoffed. Why was she putting herself down? So she was tall? He
dated models all the time and they were tall. Maybe not as tall as her, but who cared? He didn t.  I
play a mean round of hoops.
 Do you? She looked interested.  I played in high school until some of the parents got upset. We
weren t a big enough school for co-ed teams, so I played with the boys. I was pretty good, though,
when I did play. At least, I was once I figured out the secret advantage.
 Secret advantage?
 Boobs. Seems the boys were afraid to guard me once I grew boobs.
He threw his head back and laughed.
Her smile was pleased, easy now.  It s true. They didn t know where to grab me and so I could
make it all the way down the court in no time. Why do you think the parents wrote and complained?
 Because they were shi er, not nice people? Damn. He probably shouldn t cuss around her. She
was a sheltered virgin, right? So his normal foul-mouthed conversation was probably a no-go. He
eyed the cleavage she was currently trying to tug her clothing over. The night was a windy one, and
her nipples were visible through the thin fabric.
And if he was going to be a gentleman, he wasn t going to stare at them, goddamn it. Not matter
how much he wanted to reach over and touch them.
 Well, that, too. Marjorie said, drawing his attention back to the conversation. He forced himself
to meet her gaze, and couldn t remember exactly what they were talking about. She glanced around as
the boat sped through the dark waters and hunched over a little, crossing her arms over her breasts.
 You cold? He moved to take his jacket off and offer it to her.
 Not cold.
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