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dinner all day, and diners were encouraged to relax and dawdle over their meals. Maura loved the place, and she thought that Simon might like it also. It was just popular enough that they could discuss whatever they wanted without calling attention to themselves, but not so busy that they wouldn't be able to hear themselves think.
    And, but it was busy enough that she would be surrounded by people the whole time - in the parking lot as well as the restaurant proper. Maura tried to follow as many rules about meeting someone 34

    on the Internet as she possibly could, and, to her surprise, Simon was mandating that she do exactly the same the same thing – even more so.
    The night before they were to meet, he drilled her. "Now. Someone knows where you're going to be?"
    Maura, who had already heard this lecture several hundred times by now, was rolling her eyes.
    Good thing he couldn't see her – but she was having a hard time keeping the exaggerated patience out of her voice. "Yes."
    "And there's someone who is going to expect a phone call from you at a specified time this afternoon?"
    "Yes."
    "And you're bringing your cell phone?"
    "Yes." She couldn't help it. Sarcasm was definitely creeping into her tone.
    "Stop sounding like you're placating me, Maura," he chided sternly.
    Maura gulped. "Yes, Sir,” she replied dutifully, but with an irrepressible aura of humor.
    “Grrrrr,” he growled, letting her know that he wasn’t really angry. “This is all for your protection, you know. I could be a serial killer or a psychopath – “
    “Aren’t those the same thing?” she interrupted, musing out loud. “Can one be a serial killer without being a psychopath, or vice versa?”
    His heavy sigh made her straighten up in her seat. “Maura Boardman, you are pushing it – you’ll be lucky if I don’t bring my paddle with me tomorrow – “ he threatened, not playfully enough to let her know that he wouldn’t.
    “No!” she shrieked, right on cue.
    “Well, then, you’d better straighten up and fly right, hadn’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Her pout was visible from miles away.
    “Okay, well, tomorrow at eleven-thirty, we’ll meet in the parking lot. You have a cute little sky blue Celica, and I have a big black Chevy truck.”
    “How phallic.”
    “Maura!”
    “Well . . . Sorry. But it’s true!”
    Simon actually laughed. One of the few times she’d heard that rare sound. “You definitely need to be spanked. Hard. And repeatedly.”
    Maura squirmed in her chair. “Do not.”
    “Ooooooh yes you do. And that bill is coming due. Sooner than you think.”
    “Is not!”
    Another small chuckle. Maura loved that she could make him respond in that simple way. “Before you descend any further into childhood than you already are, I think I’ll say goodnight.” He listened to her huff and puff and humph in the background. “After all, we’ll be seeing each other tomorrow.”
    Maura’s heart and stomach clenched tightly, making her feel mildly high and mildly nauseous at the same time. “I know.”
    “You don’t sound very enthusiastic, hon.”
    “I am. I am. But I’m not. I just wanna meet you for the first time and get it over with, ya’ know?”
    “You’re a real sweet talker, there, Maura – makes meeting me sound like the equivalent of going to the dentist for root canal.”
    She giggled. Simon loved making her giggle, and she did it so readily. “Well . . . just so’s you know, I do look forward to meeting you more so than that . . . but not by a lot.”
    His ego was going to suffer by this woman, he could tell. “You should go to bed.”
    “I’m waaaay too hyped to go to bed, Simon.”
    “Mmmmmm. I could help you with that, too . . .”
    “No, you couldn’t,” Maura replied staunchly, no matter how much she wanted to give in.
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    “The offer stands, regardless.”
    “Thank you,” she replied with excruciating politeness, blushing furiously.
    “I bet you’re blushing.”
    “Cut that