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never kissed her。 Rather； there was a soft exchange of breath； a whisper
of lips against one another； sweet； sweet torment。
Chloe felt ready to burst； willing to beg。 But that was a sure road to
self…disgust。 So she finally did what she had meant to do all along。 She
pressed against his chest； pushing him gently but firmly away。
As he slowly straightened to what was； even barefoot； an awesome height；
he cleared his throat。 〃You'd better wait downstairs；〃 he said in a
voice that was thick and taut。 〃I'll finish up quickly。〃
She took his suggestion。 By the time she reached the bottommost step；
sanity had frilly returned。 Swearing softly； she traipsed through the
kitchen and stood on the back porch looking out on the beach。 But the
tide within her was high。 No amount of cooling breeze could stern it。
He had to leave。 It was as simple as that。 Indifference was a pipe
dream。 He stirred her too much。
Having him around today was a taste of what it might be like to have him
around all the time。 She wanted to say she had hated it； but she
couldn't。 There had been something nice about waking to find a man in
her kitchen cooking her breakfast； something nice about knowing that he
was patiently waiting for her to finish work； something nice about going
marketing with him； even about finding him in her shower。 It had been
nice。 But would any man fit the bill？
With a sigh； she shook her head。 It had to be Ross。 Always Ross。
〃It's all yours； princess！〃 he called。
Chloe looked up in surprise to find the horizon pink…orange in advance
of sunset。 Back over her shoulder； Ross stood at the kitchen door；
silhouetted by the light inside。
〃Be right there；〃 she called； looking at the sunset again； gathering
posure。 When she felt in control； she returned to the house。 She
caught a trace of cologne when she moved past him； but moved steadily on
until she was safe in her room。
Promptly at eight she descended the stairs； wearing a pale blue sheath
of lightweight wool appropriate to the fast…cooling night air。 Its lines
were simple； it was nipped in at the waist and wrists； lightly flared at
the sleeves and skirt； and deeply slashed into a vee at the throat。
She worried about that low vee。 The dress was simple； but provocative。
She had bought it the year before for one of those blundered attempts at
a date； and would have avoided it for that reason。 Unfortunately； it was
the only dressy dress in her wardrobe that was of recent vintage。
In other respects she felt confident。 Her hair was brushed to a fine
sheen； swept back behind either ear； and held in place with buds of pale
blue silk。 The single pearl at each ear matched the strand around her
throat。 And her eyes were luminescent。 From her makeup； perhaps？
Whatever； she felt like a porcelain princess descending the stairs。
Ross was clearly pleased。 〃You look lovely；〃 he said； gently taking her
arm。
She felt suddenly shy。 〃Where are we going？〃
〃Farmington Court。〃
She caught her breath。 〃In Newport？ How did you ever get reservations？〃
〃Oh； I managed；〃 he said with a coy grin。
Chloe's excitement was genuine。 〃They've only had the dining room open a
few months。〃
〃You haven't eaten there yet； then？ I was hoping I'd be the first to
take you。
〃You are；〃 she said and tried to get a handle on her breathiness。 〃I
usually eat in； remember？ No； I haven't eaten at the Court； but I've
wanted to。 I heard that the dining room is gorgeous and the food
incredible。〃 She arched a brow。 〃You are hungry； aren't you？〃
Ross smiled。 〃Since we're dining in style； I'll try not to paw through
the pitd。〃 He tossed his head toward the door。 〃Let's go。〃
The drive to the farm took them in a large U； from one fingertip of
land； back to the mainland； then out to the other fingertip。 Their
conversation was light； in contrast to the heavy darkness that had
fallen。 Even the moon had disappeared behind gathering clouds。
Chloe was vitally aware of Ross。 His strapping presence filled the car
and her senses； adding to her excitement。
Farmington Court was on the outskirts of Newport。 Without any help from
Chloe； Ross found the place with ease。
〃How did you find out about the Court？〃 she asked when the farm appeared
on a gentle rise ahead。 〃Not many people know about the dining room
here。 Not many outsiders； that is。 It's a well…kept secret。〃
His smile reflected the bright lights of the house。 〃Maybe it's supposed
to be a secret； but it's slowly creeping out anyway。 I had a
remendation from a friend in New York who's been here。〃 He paused；
then confessed； 〃I'm not a total stranger to Newport。 Little pton；
yes。 Newport； no。 I was here last summer。〃
〃You were？〃 she asked cautiously。
He nodded。 〃I spent several days here sailing with friends。〃
〃I didn't know you sailed。〃
〃There's plenty you don't know about me。〃 With a flick of his wrist； he
turned the car into a space in the graveled lot。 He slid from behind the
wheel； rounded the car； and helped her out。
She learned something else about him when they passed through the door
of the sprawling seaside estate。 Not only did he greet the maitre d' by
name； but he spoke in fluent French。 Along with her Southern accent；
Chloe had long since lost what little French she picked up as a child in
New Orleans。 She remained silent； enjoying the smooth； romantic sound。
Following several moments of low conversation during which both men
seemed equally at ease； the maitre dishowed Ross and Chloe to the
smallest of the three rooms that had been converted for public dining。
It was exquisitely decorated in Colonial style； with a smattering of the
English； a dab of the French； and a triumphant dose of pure Americana。
This particular room held only three tables； each set for two。 Theirs
was in a far corner； lit softly by a candle。 It was an intimate setting；
one Chloe would have wished to avoid had she been thinking clearly。
But she wasn't。 At some point Ross had ceased to be a part of the past。
There was only the candlelit present。 She looked over the flickering
flame and met his gaze。
〃Do you like it？〃 he asked； endearingly eager。
She smiled。 〃I do。〃
〃I asked the maitre d' to bring a bottle of Chassagne de Montrachet。〃
If his fluency in French amazed her； his knowledge of fine wines was no
less astonishing。 Fine wines were something she did know something
about； a legacy of her father's acclaimed cellar。 Unable to resist； she
grinned。 〃So that's how the Army sedates its brats。 Fine wine。 And here
I felt so sorry for you。 I'm sure the Chassagne de Montrachet will be
superb。〃
Ross laughed。 〃The Army had nothing to do with it。 I developed a taste
for wine after I left the Peace Corps。 I have several treasured bottles
at home…a Mouton…Rothschild； a Chateau Lafite…Rothschfld。 My favorite is
a 1959 Ceteaux du Layon from the Loire Valley。〃
〃Whoa。 Very impressive。 What other goodies do you have up your sleeve？〃
His right hand flew to his left cuff； one long finger making a pretense
of searching。 The search was forgotten when the maitre d' reappeared；
wine in hand； to present the bottle to Ross。
While he studied the wine； Chloe studied him。 It was a luxury that the
drive through the night hadn't offered。 Now she drank in his good looks
with as much reverence as he gave to his wine。
He looked wonderful。 His suit was the gray…blue tweed she had seen on the
bed。 Same with his white shirt and crimson…ormavy tie。 She blushed as
she recalled the other items she'd seen； then pushed those aside and
focused on the chiseled features before her。 They were strong； yet
relaxed； and exuded confidence。 The darkness of his hair and the
sun…touched hue of his skin contrasted with his shirt at neck and
wrists； adding a crispness to his appearance that was enhanced by the
fine cut of the obviously handtailored fabric。 He was the epitome of the
man of the world…suave； assured； experienced； and content。 To all
outward appearances he held the world in his palm。
Was he vulnerable in any way？
〃Why the frown； princess？〃 He leaned forward to exclude the maitre d'；
who worked at uncorking the wine。
〃I'm not frowning。〃 But she was。 She felt it。