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and design showed off his muscular frame, and gave him that dashing dark hero look.
When he spoke in perfect Spanish to the host, she immediately thought of Zorro, and
wondered what Derek might look like in a black mask.
The thought made her giggle, and he gave her a curious look. "What's funny?"
"Nothing." She waved him off. Still, as they sat down and looked through the menu,
her eyes strayed to him. He really was the perfect specimen. Great bone structure, good
height, good teeth. Derek was intelligent, kind, and generous. A good brother and uncle,
and probably a good son. He'd make a good father too.
The menu slipped out of her hands, and fell with a noisy clank onto her silverware.
She picked it up, apologized for her clumsiness, then hid behind the stiff board before he
saw her embarrassing flush.
He would make a good father. No wonder he was so worried about what kind of
mother she'd be. Family was important to him, enough so that it would make giving up
his flesh and blood all the more difficult.
Relax, Kara. Her grip tightened on the menu, and her hands started to shake with the
strain. Damn it, this was exactly why she wanted only a business relationship with this
man. Already she was feeling too much. Already it would be too hard to let go when the
time came. The printed words describing her meal choices blurred before her eyes. Her
well-laid plans had been the last thing on her mind for the last three days. Now, faced
with following through, Kara wasn't sure she could pull it off. After spending time with
Derek Martinez, the thought of sleeping with him appealed even more to her, and the idea
of leaving him once she was fertilized, even less.
How had things changed so completely, and so quickly? She chanced a quick look
around her menu. Derek's sharp eyes perused his own dinner choices, seemingly unaware
of the internal struggle she was going through. Yeah, that's exactly how things changed.
She started to feel something for this man. Something other than a business contact, or a
sperm donor.
She wanted to be mad at him. She wanted to change her romantic way of thinking,
and go back to the original plan, but the longer she looked at him from the cover of the
menu, the more she realized that it wasn't going to happen. Her original plan was out the
window. She was able to get a hold of herself before the waiter returned to take their
order.
"I think you've had too much sun." Derek took her hands in his, and pressed a hot
kiss on her knuckles. "Your cheeks look a little pink."
"Maybe all this lying around and doing nothing is getting to me." She smiled, hoping
it didn't look too fake.
"And tomorrow I'm dragging you onto a noisy tour bus to go see the ruins. Are you
still up for that?" He spoke against her hands, and Kara could barely think straight.
"Of course." Anything to keep her feet on the ground. She wasn't going to bring up
the parasail idea though.
"Good. The bus leaves at eight, but we can still hit a night club after dinner if you
want to. I can have you back by midnight."
Don't do it Kara. Go back to the room and get in bed. Send him to the club without
you; that would show him. Her internal voice wasn't loud enough, because it was
drowned out by her simpering, "I'd love to."
During dinner, she drank a little more wine to give that inner voice some more
volume. All it really did was drown it a little more.
Kara's grilled tilapia was flaky and tender, seasoned to perfection, and complemented
by steamed asparagus and wild rice. Derek kept her wine glass full, so she wasn't exactly
sure how much she actually drank. She did know that when he offered her a bite of his
meal, she leaned a little closer than was necessary, and her eyes lowered in a sleepy
enjoyment of the morsel. His intake of breath told of his take on her expression, and her
blood warmed. After that, he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and his voice took on an
additional huskiness.
"Dessert tonight?" The waiter surprised her. She must have been staring at Derek for
quite a long time, if she didn't even see the server approach their table.
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