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directness of
his gaze should have tipped her off。
But she was too curious to see。 The softness of her voice spread to her
lips； now moist with wine。 〃What things？〃
〃You hit on them yesterday； actually。 I want a wife and children。〃
〃But you've waited this long。〃
〃Not by choice。〃
〃Then why？〃
His crooked grin did stranger things inside her than even the wine； with
its gentle warming touch。 〃I'm not totally different from that man back
in New Orleans。 I'm an idealist at heart。 I always will be。 I have a
certain image of what love should be like。 If I can't have it that way；
I'd rather not have it at all。〃
Chloe looked down。 What was love？ What would she have wanted from it had
she allowed it into her life？ She watched Ross's fingers； curling
absently around his goblet's stern。 At that moment； love would have
meant reaching out to touch them； to thread hers through them。
Burying her hand in her lap； she said； 〃Tell me about that image； Ross。
In its most ideal form； what should love be like？〃
He stared at her； his eyes a pensive gold。 He seemed to weigh and
balance； to sift through both sides of a private debate as the quiet
sounds of the restaurant drifted by。
Chloe waited； sipping wine； buoyed by it。 Her thoughts wandered； but not
in debate。 There was nothing to debate。 Ross Stephenson was even more
appealing than he had been in her mem
