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straight face . Shortly after Joe left, the waiter arrived with their wine . For the next two hours they enjoyed Italian cuisine and pleasant conversation, frequently exchang ing light-hearted banter . After the last bite of dessert had been eaten, they sat for awhile longer, sipping the Pantelleria and grumbling to each about how much food they’d consumed.
“ T oo bad we can’t take a stroll down to the beach and walk some of the pasta off,” Vina said.
Travis env ision ed Vina standing on the shorel ine w ith the water gently lapping over her bare feet, moonlight dancing off her hair as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“It’s a public beach…” his train of though t derailed when his vision expanded to include a blanket on the sand and Vina’s soft brown eyes gazing up at him. “There’s no…uh…reason we can’t…” Arms twined around his neck, a breathless sigh as their mouths meld ed together. “…take a walk,” he finished with considerable effort.
“Are you all right?” Vina touched his arm, lines of concern etched on her face.
“I’ m fine. I t just seems a little warm in here all of a sudden. Would you care to take that walk on the beach with me?”
Her expression immediately lightened. “I would love to but I’m afraid I’d break an ankle trying to walk in sand with these heels .”
“ So don’t wear them. We can leave our shoes in the car and go barefoot.”
“I’d have to take off my hose,” Vina sounded tempted, but not quite convinced.
“Oh, well…if you don’t want to, I understand. I know how difficult it is for a woman like you to cut loose and enjoy the simple things in life.”
“A woman like me…?” her eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Travis shrugged. “You know; raised prim and proper, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, afraid to get a little wet sand on her feet in case it chips the nail polish.”
“That’s pretty cheeky coming from a man wearing an Armani suit and imported Italian leather shoes.”
“I’m not the one balking at slipping my imports off to enjoy an evening stroll on the beach.”
“I’ll show you prim and proper,” Vina mumbled as she rose from her chair.
Shoulder s squared, chin held high, she marched toward the door without waiting for Travis to escort her. He got to his feet, absently handing his charge card to the waiter who’d hurried over the moment Vina left the table. Unruffled by her hasty departure, Travis just stood there and watched her, thoroughly enjoying the view and enticed by her parting words. It didn’t take but a few minutes for the waiter to return with his card.
“Tell Chef Joe the cuisine was magnificent and th e service superb.”
Vina è l’amore della tua vita? That was the question Joe had asked when h e discovered who Travis’ dinner date was . Would Vina be amused by it or appalled ? Not that he intended to tell her, at least not yet, but seeing her reaction might give some indication as to whether she had ever thought of him as more than just a friend.
Si , Travis had told Joe . Yes, Vina was the love of his life .
He stepped outside and experienced a moment of panic when he reached the car and didn’t see Vina. Turning towards the beach, Travis peered into the darkness and was just barely able to make out her silhouette in the dim light. Fear gripped his belly when he realized how vulnerable she was sitting all alone on one of the stone benches. He was all set to give her a stern talking to , but was instantly disarmed by the impish smile she slanted at him when he dropped down beside her.
Vina dangled her sandals from one finger. “You sure you want to risk getting san d in the cuffs of your Armani?”
“You sure you want to risk ruining your French silk hose?”
“I’m afraid to ask how you knew they were French silk, and anyway, I hadn’t planned on ruining them. I just wanted to
“ T oo bad we can’t take a stroll down to the beach and walk some of the pasta off,” Vina said.
Travis env ision ed Vina standing on the shorel ine w ith the water gently lapping over her bare feet, moonlight dancing off her hair as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“It’s a public beach…” his train of though t derailed when his vision expanded to include a blanket on the sand and Vina’s soft brown eyes gazing up at him. “There’s no…uh…reason we can’t…” Arms twined around his neck, a breathless sigh as their mouths meld ed together. “…take a walk,” he finished with considerable effort.
“Are you all right?” Vina touched his arm, lines of concern etched on her face.
“I’ m fine. I t just seems a little warm in here all of a sudden. Would you care to take that walk on the beach with me?”
Her expression immediately lightened. “I would love to but I’m afraid I’d break an ankle trying to walk in sand with these heels .”
“ So don’t wear them. We can leave our shoes in the car and go barefoot.”
“I’d have to take off my hose,” Vina sounded tempted, but not quite convinced.
“Oh, well…if you don’t want to, I understand. I know how difficult it is for a woman like you to cut loose and enjoy the simple things in life.”
“A woman like me…?” her eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Travis shrugged. “You know; raised prim and proper, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, afraid to get a little wet sand on her feet in case it chips the nail polish.”
“That’s pretty cheeky coming from a man wearing an Armani suit and imported Italian leather shoes.”
“I’m not the one balking at slipping my imports off to enjoy an evening stroll on the beach.”
“I’ll show you prim and proper,” Vina mumbled as she rose from her chair.
Shoulder s squared, chin held high, she marched toward the door without waiting for Travis to escort her. He got to his feet, absently handing his charge card to the waiter who’d hurried over the moment Vina left the table. Unruffled by her hasty departure, Travis just stood there and watched her, thoroughly enjoying the view and enticed by her parting words. It didn’t take but a few minutes for the waiter to return with his card.
“Tell Chef Joe the cuisine was magnificent and th e service superb.”
Vina è l’amore della tua vita? That was the question Joe had asked when h e discovered who Travis’ dinner date was . Would Vina be amused by it or appalled ? Not that he intended to tell her, at least not yet, but seeing her reaction might give some indication as to whether she had ever thought of him as more than just a friend.
Si , Travis had told Joe . Yes, Vina was the love of his life .
He stepped outside and experienced a moment of panic when he reached the car and didn’t see Vina. Turning towards the beach, Travis peered into the darkness and was just barely able to make out her silhouette in the dim light. Fear gripped his belly when he realized how vulnerable she was sitting all alone on one of the stone benches. He was all set to give her a stern talking to , but was instantly disarmed by the impish smile she slanted at him when he dropped down beside her.
Vina dangled her sandals from one finger. “You sure you want to risk getting san d in the cuffs of your Armani?”
“You sure you want to risk ruining your French silk hose?”
“I’m afraid to ask how you knew they were French silk, and anyway, I hadn’t planned on ruining them. I just wanted to
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