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table was big and old, with cut marks from hundreds of meals.
    “I like this,” he said. “Have you had this house long?” He knew the answer to that because he’d followed the sale every inch of the way. He’d even had Penny make a couple of calls to the bank where Kim was applying for a mortgage. He wanted to make sure everything went through smoothly.
    “Less than a year,” she said.
    “And you made it look like this in that time?”
    “Jecca and I did it all. We . . .” She shrugged.
    “You two are artists, so you knew what you were doing. What can I do to help with dinner?”
    “Nothing,” Kim said, but she wondered how he knew that Jecca was an artist. Had she told him? “Just sit down and I’ll get you something to eat.”
    He took a seat on a stool on the far side of the counter and watched her.
    Kim could feel his eyes on her as she started going through the refrigerator. She felt guilty that everything in there had been made by Dave and his catering crew, but there didn’t seem to be any need to tell Travis that. To say that she had a fairly regular boyfriend would be to assume that something could possibly happen between her and Travis. Foot massage aside, he didn’t seem to be interested in anything besides friendship. And he was looking at her as though she were still eight years old.
    She put a place mat on the counter in front of him, then a plate and the matching knife and fork. Her mother had tried to get Kim to save money by using her grandmother’s dishes, but Kim had refused. “You just want to get rid of the old things,” Kim had said, and her father had suppressed a laugh. In the end, her mother gave the whole set to Colin and Gemma Frazier for a wedding gift, and they’d loved them.
    “What’s that look for?” Travis asked, and Kim told him.
    “Gemma is a historian and she knew the history of the company that made the dishes. She treated them like they were treasure.”
    “But not you?” Travis asked.
    “I like new. What would you like to eat?”
    “Anything,” he said. “I’m a pure omnivore.”
    She put spoons in each of the nearly dozen plastic bowls she’d taken from the fridge and let him help himself. She couldn’t help sitting on the stool next to him and watching him. He ate European style, with his fork turned over in his left hand, his knife in his right. His manners were those of a prince.
    Without the sharp contrast between shadows and harsh white light on him, she could now see some of the angelic look that he’d had as a boy. In adulthood, his hair was midnight black, his eyes were as dark as obsidian, his cheekbones angular, and his jaw strong. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in a day or so, and the whiskers further darkened the look of him. All in all, she thought she’d never seen a better looking man in her life.
    Travis saw the way she was leaning on her elbow and looking at him. If he didn’t distract her he was going to put his hand on the back of her neck and kiss her. “Aren’t you afraid of getting something on that dress?”
    “What? Oh yeah, sure.” She broke her trance of staring at him. “I guess I should put on something more comfortable.”
    Travis gave a little cough, as though he nearly choked on his food.
    “You okay?”
    “Yes,” he said. “I’ll just finish here while you . . .”
    Reluctantly, she got off the stool. “Sure, of course.” She hurried down the hall to her bedroom and closed the door. “I am making a fool of myself,” she whispered aloud.
    It wasn’t easy to reach the zipper in the back of her dress, and for a moment she thought of asking Travis to unzip her. That thought made her giggle—which disgusted her. “You are eight years old,” she said aloud and began to undress.
    In the kitchen, Travis breathed a sigh of relief. Kim, so beautiful in her low-cut dress and sitting there watching him, had been too much for him. Had he been in a normal situation, he would have given her looks to let her know