Tangled Tapestry

Debra flushed, and he bit his lip. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said shortly. ‘I guess that was unkind.’

Debra did not reply, but her cheeks continued to burn. He must think her an awfully old-fashioned creature. Probably the women he was used to associating with could verbally spar with him much more successfully than she could. All she seemed to do was act like a teenager who had never been taken out for a meal before.

Dominic McGill studied her expression. She had a very revealing countenance, although she was unaware of it. She was also unaware of the attractive picture she made in her orange suit, her sleek swathe of dark hair falling like a curtain of silk across her cheeks.

The meal was delicious, but Debra purposely refrained from enthusing over it. Instead, she concentrated on enjoying it, and the white and red wine which he had ordered to go with the food. Unused to alcohol, she was vaguely aware that she was drinking rather too much, but she did not want to appear gauche, so she drank her martini, and three glasses of wine, and even had several sips of the brandy which accompanied their coffee.

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