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able to eat if you keep this up.”
    His brows pulled together. “Why, because I think you’re beautiful? I thought most women loved compliments.”
    “I’m not most women.” She shrugged.
    Regaining her composure, she deflected and changed the subject to focus on him.
    “So, how did your meeting go?”
    “The one today? It was good. Two new contracts.” He was surprised she remembered.
    “I thought it was just the three of you; Carter, Marcus, and you. How do you keep up with all of it?”
    “We’ve just expanded, as a matter of fact. In addition to the three of us we’ve hired seven people. If we continue to grow, I’m sure we’ll add to that number.”
    Her eyes widened. “Wow! I thought the business was just a few months old.”
    “A little shy of the one-year mark, actually, although we planned for expansion six months ago. We knew we had something to build on, but we had no idea how quickly the business would take off. Needless to say, we’re pleasantly surprised.”
    Jorge pulled up in front of Paris, Las Vegas.
    “We’re here.”
    Falcon got out of the car and buttoned his jacket. He held out his hand to her and she slid her fingers into it. The proprietary feeling seared into him as her hand fit into his. It was one he wasn’t familiar with, but could easily get used to.
    Jorge stood outside the car awaiting Falcon’s instructions.
    “Thanks, Jorge. I’ll call when we’re finished.”
    “Yes, sir. Just let me know when you need me.”
    Paige giggled.
    “What’s so funny?” he asked.
    “Forgive me,” her voice was low and sexy, “but I don’t think of you as a ‘sir’.”
    “No?” He looked down at her and placed his other hand at the small of her back. I’d be offended, but I’m happy to know that you think of me at all.”
    He led her through the lobby of Paris, Las Vegas, and then to the restaurant area. Once he gave the hostess his name, they followed her inside. They were directed to a table in the corner. Their hostess held out a chair for Paige while Falcon seated himself.
    The delicious aromas mingled, caressing their senses. For such a busy restaurant, the location of their table seemed rather private. Paige’s approval shone on her face confirming he’d made the right choice for a first date. From the neon British flag on the ceiling to the rich, dark wood, the entire restaurant oozed indulgence. He ordered a cocktail for Paige and a beer for himself, and then watched her expression as she scanned the menu.
    “Everything on here sounds delicious.” She peeked at him over the top of the menu.
    He was starving, having only eaten breakfast.
    “I recommend the steak. It’s excellent.”
    Their server appeared at the table. She took Falcon’s advice and ordered the steak, but when she said that she wanted it cooked "so well done it was charcoaled," it earned her a horrified look from them both. It took a few minutes of convincing to get her to try it medium-well, but he argued that her way killed the flavor. When she finally deferred to his judgment, he relished the small victory. She didn’t give in easily though, giving him a small taste of her determination.
    “I’ll be right back,” she said, excusing herself.
    He stood when she rose from her chair and noted her smile as he did so. Apparently, gentlemanly behavior was something she liked. Mom would be proud.
    She’d only walked a few feet away from the table when she double-backed. As she reached him, she raised a questioning brow. One of the wait staff was folding the napkin she’d just placed on the table. Falcon took her hand and pulled her low enough so he could whisper in her ear.
    “When you leave the table, they service your seat.”
    Her mouth formed a little “o” and she nodded. She picked up her handbag. “Forgot this,” she said then walked toward the restroom. Falcon watched as the waiter refilled their water glasses.
    “Beautiful lady.”
    “Yes she is,” he agreed.
    When she returned a