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Best Laid Plans
Julianna decided on seafood instead of steak when she and Devin finally got to arrange their dinner plans, and she'd dressed casually because she didn't want the writer jumping to conclusions about this evening. Yes, she found him attractive, and she'd like to get to know him better, but the 'maybe' column wasn't a terrible place to occupy.
The hostess had already seated her, and she sipped at the beverage she'd taken the liberty of ordering while she waited. She'd slept alone after the event at the Skylark because she'd sent Nathan home after a fairly intense make-out session on her couch. He'd grumbled, but he'd left accordingly.
The Watcher picked up the spoon where it rested to the right of her place setting, examined it critically. One could never tell whether or not the flatware would be completely clean. She had a very slight knot of tension in her stomach, one she had yet to really acknowledge.
Bugger that. This was just dinner, testing the waters. She could live with the results either way.
The hostess had already seated her, and she sipped at the beverage she'd taken the liberty of ordering while she waited. She'd slept alone after the event at the Skylark because she'd sent Nathan home after a fairly intense make-out session on her couch. He'd grumbled, but he'd left accordingly.
The Watcher picked up the spoon where it rested to the right of her place setting, examined it critically. One could never tell whether or not the flatware would be completely clean. She had a very slight knot of tension in her stomach, one she had yet to really acknowledge.
Bugger that. This was just dinner, testing the waters. She could live with the results either way.
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Julianna ate more bread, picked up a mushroom. "And I suppose it depends on what you mean by 'slum it'," she said in a more neutral voice. It sounded faintly provocative, and she wanted to keep her mind out of the gutter tonight.
"I like to relax as much as the next person, the stereotype of the fuddy-duddy professor aside. You might have to be more specific about what you mean."
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Devin switched from wine to water. "Don't see how that makes you cold. I'm definitely not the marrying type, either." He had one serious relationship, once, that was seemingly headed in that direction, and he completely flaked, and invented imaginary conflicts to justify ending it.