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place or mine?” Sara said boldly.
    â€œWe’ll be safer here. I don’t want your privacy invaded. Once the press sniffs you out, your life will never be the same. Then we have a date for Thanksgiving?”
    â€œWe have a date. I’ll bring everything. Some things like the stuffing, have to be prepared the night before, but not put into the bird. I like to do the pies the night before, too. I have a problem with this kitchen, though.”
    â€œIt’ll be cleaned by then. I’ll call those people you suggested tomorrow.”
    â€œThat’s not what I mean. This is so . . . sterile-looking. I have sterile all day at the hospital. You need color, plants, stuff . I could turn this kitchen into a room you’d want to hang out in all the time. If you’re a kitchen person, that is. Are you a cozy person, Dallas?”
    A flustered look appeared on Dallas’s face. “If I’m not, I could be. What makes for a cozy person?” He leaned across the table, his eyes intent.
    Sara moved back slightly in her chair but allowed Dallas to take her hand. “It probably means different things to different people. To me it means plain, simple, comfortable. You know, basics. I personally do not require a lot of what my mother called trappings. I’m not ostentatious. I’m what you see is what you get. That’s not to say I don’t like a little glitz and glamour once in a while. To me it isn’t real. Maybe it’s because I’m a doctor, and I’ve seen so much pain, suffering, and hardship. Your world seems so unreal to me.”
    Dallas laughed. “Your world sounds like a fairy tale to me. I bet if both of us tried, we could find a common middle ground. You have my permission to do whatever you want with my kitchen. What do you want to throw out?”
    â€œNothing. That’s not what I meant. I’ll add to it. What’s your favorite color?”
    â€œRed. Red’s a cheerful color. I like blue. You know, the color of the sky on a bright summer day. You have golden eyes. They’re beautiful. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
    â€œA time or two. What should we do with the dishes? Your sink is . . .”
    â€œLet’s just throw everything away. We’ll get new stuff.”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œReally.”
    â€œBut that’s wasteful. We do have our raincoats on. I suppose we could clean up the worst of it.”
    â€œPlan B would be good.”
    â€œWhich is?” Sara laughed at the look on Dallas’s face as he glanced around.
    â€œThe Disaster Master people. Let them do the whole thing. Now would be a good time to shed our rain gear and sit outdoors if you like. It’s a warm evening. I do have some new movies if you’d rather watch them. I’d like to get to know you better, Sara.”
    â€œThen outisde it is. No more root beer, though.”
    â€œI have some really good wine. Fragile stemmed glasses. I bought them when Billy and Nancy had their first baby. We were on the road and wanted to make a toast.”
    â€œI like fragile stemmed glasses.” Drinking wine from fragile stemmed glasses with Dallas Lord. This was tabloid fodder at its best. “Your phone’s ringing again. Maybe you should answer it. It could be important.”
    â€œNo. In your world you have to answer the phone because it could be a matter of life and death. In my world it just means someone wants something. Humor me.”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œAre you always so agreeable.”
    Sara answered honestly. “For the most part. Did you know it only takes nineteen muscles to smile and twenty-one to frown? Why be disagreeable when you can be agreeable?”
    Dallas reached for the wine bottle and the corkscrew. “You can carry the glasses.”
    Settled on matching chairs at poolside, Sara said, “Tell me about Dallas Lord.”
    Dallas was quiet for so long, Sara nudged him. “I . . .