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The restaurant was elegant with red satin wallpaper, crystal chandeliers, and a three-man band playing easy-listening music. Rand removed her coat and handed it to a waiter.

“You look incredible. That dress hugs every delectable curve, and those sexy shoes highlight your smooth, soft, long legs.”

Marian put her hand on his chest. “Down, boy. I intend to order the most expensive item on the menu and take my time eating it.”

“Sheer torture.”

“You deserve every bit.”

She didn’t tell him how sexy he looked. Every woman they’d walked by had stared. His tall, well-built body wasn’t hidden by the silk, dark-blue suit. And the feline grace in his walk was enough to make a woman moan.

He let go of her lapels and motioned for her to sit. The maitre d’ brought them a menu covered in red satin and thick enough to be a small book.

“The lady will have the most expensive item you have listed. I’ll take a steak, medium rare, and baked p