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room in silence.
 What are their names?
 Megan and Robert. Megan s the oldest at twelve, and Robert s ten.
Her eyebrow went up.  I m impressed. There are a lot of fathers out there who
can t tell you the ages of their children. You re an uncle.
He shrugged as if it wasn t a big deal. To her it was.
 Your father, could he tell me your age?
 Depends on which one you asked. My biological father never bothered with such
trivial details.
 What would Thomas say if I asked?
 He d tell you I am twenty-five. He d be right.
Noah scrubbed a hand down his face.  Jesus.
 What?
He shook his head. His laugh was soft, and not necessarily amused.
 What is it?
 It just occurred to me that& I m old.
He didn t look old to her. He looked like the most beautiful man she had ever seen
with his leanly muscled body and those gorgeous green eyes.  How old are you?
 Old enough to know better.
She gave him a look.
 Forty-one, he supplied.
 You re right, that s old.
 Thanks.
She laughed aloud and it felt good. She was enjoying herself, his company and
conversation. He had worn her down, come in night after night over the past few
weeks. Never discouraged, no matter how little attention she gave him, or how rude
she was. He always sat in the same booth, the one in the darkest corner, remaining
long enough to order two beers before slipping away as quietly as he appeared.
She d grown accustomed to him and to the effect he had on her system in that
time. At least, to the music continually dancing through her head. She doubted she
would ever get used to the way one look from him made her entire body tremble.
As it did now.
 You re talking more than usual, she observed, in a desperate attempt to distract
herself from her body s reaction to him.
 How do you mean?
 I ve watched you. Even with Dominic, you re more of a quiet observer.
 There s only so much you can learn about someone watching them, he said
simply.  If you want to know someone, eventually you have to talk, ask questions,
give of yourself.
 And you want to know me?
 I do.
 Because I made music once.
 Partly, he admitted.
 Partly, she repeated. She didn t know how she felt about his admission. She
feared he wanted something more from her than she could give him.  Why else?
His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The
move narrowed the distance between them considerably.  Does there have to be a
secret agenda? Dom s managed to befriend you. What s the difference?
Isabeau fought the urge to lean back. Her gaze moved from his eyes to his mouth
and back to his eyes.  Dominic doesn t...He doesn t& 
 Dominic doesn t what?
Dominic didn t melt her bones with a glance. He didn t make her senses spin by
stepping in the room.  Dom s in love with Rebecca.
His eyebrow shot up.  I m impressed. He doesn t normally talk much.
 Dominic? He never stops.
 He doesn t say much of Becca, he corrected.
Actually, Dominic had told her quite a lot. That Becca loved him once, until he got
scared and hurt her. That he loved her still missed her desperately. She considered
that for a moment, how Dom would talk with her for hours about a subject he usually
avoided.  Maybe he wanted a woman s opinion.
 Did you give him one?
 I did. I told him not to give up so easily. That personally, there is nothing I
wouldn t do for love.
 Good advice. He gave her a long look.  So what you re saying is you don t find
Dom threatening.
 I don t.
 And me? Do you find me threatening?
God, yes. She needed to be careful with him.  Very.
Triumph surged in his eyes. A satisfied smile curved his lips. He reached for her
hand.  Good.
 Noah&  Her throat tightened. Her pulse skipped.
He turned her hand over, traced his thumb across her palm.  There s something I
want to ask 
 Please don t.
 Don t what? Touch you?
Her gaze moved from his face to their hands. She withdrew her left hand from his,
cupped it in her right. Her heart beat erratically. Her stomach trembled.  Don t ask,
she whispered.
 And if it s your favorite color I want to know?
 That s not what you want to ask me.
 Are you sure?
Slowly her eyes lifted.
The warmth of his smile echoed in his voice.  You do have a favorite color, don t
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