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Page 73 of The Perfect Deception

With a firm grip on her up­per arm, he half dragged, have pushed Dina across the room. They stopped at the ban­quet ta­ble, where Adam grabbed a cock­tail nap­kin and wiped his brow.

“Wow.”

Dina shook her head. “I told you.”

“Please tell me your en­tire school wasn’t like that.”

“My en­tire school wasn’t like that.”

“I’m se­ri­ous.”

“I am too. There was a group of them—those three were part of it—who drank and par­tied and were in the ser­vice of Venus with any­thing that breathed…”

His lips twitched.

“What?”

His nos­trils flared.

“Adam, what?”

His eyes wa­tered.

“Are you okay?”

He burst out laugh­ing. Through stream­ing eyes, he watched con­cern, con­fu­sion and an­noy­ance flash across her fea­tures. By the time he’d con­trolled his laugh­ter, she stood in front of him, arms crossed be­neath her breasts, toe tap­ping. She re­minded him of the stereo­typ­i­cal “sexy li­brar­ian” and he sobered.

“What was so funny?”

“The ser­vice of Venus?”

“Yes. It’s an old term to de­scribe you-know-what, and we’re in pub­lic, so it’s not like I’m go­ing to say it out loud.”

She was right. They were in pub­lic. Out of the cor­ner of his eye, he could see peo­ple mov­ing to­ward them, stop­ping some dis­tance away. But he didn’t care. For once in his en­tire adult life, he didn’t care what oth­ers thought. For the first time since his mother left, he wanted to com­mit him­self to a woman he cared about, to let her into all parts of his life. He reached for her and his fin­gers brushed the un­der­sides of her breasts as he grasped her fore­arms. His breath quick­ened and he drew her for­ward. When their toes touched, he looked at her and won­dered how he could ever have thought some­one like Bar­bie or any of those other bla­tantly sex­ual, vo­cab­u­lary-chal­lenged women could ever be ap­peal­ing. Ev­ery­thing he wanted in a woman was right in front of him. Class, hu­mor, beauty and brains. She made him feel good about him­self. She made him less afraid. She gave him hope. It was time to tell her.

“I love you.” Say­ing the words didn’t scare him any­more. They filled him with peace. “I love you, Dina.”

She had to have mis­heard him. There were peo­ple gath­er­ing around them, their voices min­gling with the sounds of the mu­sic, mak­ing it hard to hear. “What?”

“I love you.”

She hadn’t mis­heard him.

“Did you know that when two lovers stare into each other’s eyes, their heart rates syn­chro­nize?”

Adam’s body vi­brated against hers as he laughed silently. “Re­lax, sweet­heart, I love you.”

He had to be crazy, be­cause who de­clared their love for some­one at a high school re­union? She watched sur­rep­ti­tious point­ing from Sta­cie and some of her friends. Had they heard what he said? Did they think he was crazy? Ex­cept…he didn’t look crazy. He looked like Adam.

At the same time, he didn’t. He looked sure and set­tled and solid. Not like Mr. Flashy­pants. More like Mr. De­pend­able.

That must be what all the other peo­ple were notic­ing. Her heart raced in her chest and she swal­lowed. Her mouth was dry and her arms, where he held on, were warm and cold.

“You do? Why?”

He laughed at her again, but only for a short time. More like a mo­ment, re­ally.

“Most women wouldn’t ask that ques­tion the first time their boyfriend de­clared his love for her.”




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