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“I didn’t mind.” She ran her hands down the skirt of her dress and shifted back to her food.
“I wanted you to have a special meal tonight.”
“It is. And it’s delicious. Should we finish?”
“Yeah.” The sheepish look she caught in his profile only made her want him more.
Sophie had the impression he wanted to do right by her. Not that she’d had much experience with guys doing that. But Zane had turned out to be nothing like what she’d expected. And he had no idea he could do no wrong in her eyes.
“So tell me more about Montana.”
“Um, the capital is Helena and its nickname is Treasure State?”
He cocked his head. “That’s not what I meant, smarty-pants. I meant what do you do when you’re not working?”
“Oh.” She pushed her mashed potatoes around. “I volunteer at the ACS, but you already knew that. I read. I do a little kickboxing. And I love to watch movies.”
“Who’s your favorite director?”
“Quentin Tarantino.”
Zane dropped his fork. “You’re shitting me.” She shook her head. “He’s my favorite, too.”
“Really?” She sat taller and in her best German accent said, “Oooh, that’s a bingo! Is that the way you say it? That’s a bingo?”
“Inglourious Basterds.” Zane’s dimple winked at her, and then he got a serious look on his face. “That makes three of us. And at this range, I’m a real Fredrick Zoller,” he said, quoting from the same film but in a much better German accent than she had.
She bounced in her seat. “Okay, okay.” She cleared her throat. “That’s thirty minutes away. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Pulp Fiction,” he said without hesitation.
Oh my goodness, he loved Quentin as much as she did. She almost fell off her stool.
He pushed his plate away and turned so his thighs bracketed her knees. “I’m curious what makes you so curious.”
“Django Unchained.” She rolled her eyes. “Easy.”
His eyebrows arched and he thought for a second. “You know, I bet I could fry an egg on your head right now if I wanted to.”
Shoot. Her mind went blank. She dropped her gaze to the floor and repeated the line in her head. Zane started to say something, but she pressed two fingers to his mouth to keep him quiet. “Kill Bill!” Her bottom lifted off the seat.
Zane broke into a wide smile. “I can’t believe you love Tarantino films.”
“I can’t believe you do, too. I mean I can believe it, but I have to go see his movies by myself because no one will go with me.”
“I pictured you more a romantic comedy kind of girl.”
“Oh, I like those, too. And I know what you mean. Someone like me liking all that language and violence and stuff? But that’s why I love it. It’s so far out of the realm of nice and disciplined that it intrigues me. Plus the writing is fantastic and the acting is always amazing.”
He was staring at her like she had a huckleberry mustache. She wiped her hand across her mouth. Nope, nothing on her fingers. “What?”
“Nothing.” He gave a tiny shake of his head, but his intense blue eyes never left hers.
“Okay, one more. This might be my most favorite line.” She took a breath. “You got two jobs. Kiss good and make sure my hair don’t get wet.”
His lips pursed in a very sexy tight line, his eyes narrowed. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, which brought him much closer to her, uh, center. The ache that had quieted between her legs and in her breasts and in her womb after their kiss sparked back to life.
“Want a hint?” she asked on a swallow.
