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for the cat food.  She was determined that she was not going to ruin her relationship with Wilson by doubting his intentions towards her.  This was the guy she would marry.  They would have a big fancy wedding and many children together.  She refused to accept any other outcome.
    She followed Douglas to his apartment.  He heated up some tacodillos and they chatted for a while about classes while they snacked and drank a few beers.  Then she headed back to her apartment to feed the hungry cats.
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
      The following week, Wilson called again, and Sarah happily acquiesced to a third date, even though it was scheduled for a Thursday night, when she was supposed to be rehearsing with the band at the Holiday Club.
    She was usually so serious about her studies and her job, but lately, she was beginning to slack a little.  Right now, her thoughts were consumed with Wilson, and she welcomed any opportunity to see him, talk to him, text him, or telephone him. 
    Wilson still had not told her much about his past – where he was from or what his family background was.  If she even hinted at the subject, he became silent and a bit surly.  She knew now to avoid it.  She had even refrained from asking about the relative that had died and left him the yellow Ferrari.  She was sure that the topic would only make him unhappy.
    Thursday night, he took her salsa dancing.  Sarah was always game for a hot Latin beat, and she tore up the dance floor in some sexy black kitten heels.  Wilson was a remarkable dancer.  At one point that evening, as they were dancing sveltely together, for some strange reason she found herself thinking about Douglas.
    “What are you laughing at?” Wilson whispered into her ear.
    “I didn’t realize that I was laughing aloud,” Sarah said.  “I was thinking about Douglas.”
    Wilson stopped dancing and dropped his hands to his sides.  He looked annoyed. “What about Douglas?”
    Sarah grabbed his hands.  “Oh, it’s nothing romantic,” she reassured him.  “I was just thinking about how funny it would be to see him try to dance to salsa.  He’s six foot five, you know,” she added.  “He’s like a big burly bear.  Totally has no rhythm.”
    “Lucky for me, then,” said Wilson and suddenly twirled her body around so that their faces were almost touching.  His eyes glittered.  However, Sarah did not feel excited while staring into his eyes.  She was instantly terrified.
    A moment later, the look was gone.  Wilson’s face relaxed, and he danced with her for the remainder of the song as if nothing had happened.  Sarah was unsettled for a while, but as the night wore on, she questioned whether she was not suffering from alcohol- and dance-induced paranoia, and had imagined the whole thing.
    After the date, Wilson drove her home again and walked her to her door.  She unlocked it, and glanced up to tell him goodbye when he moved forward, embraced her, and then kissed her.  His lips were full and soft, yet cold.  When he was done, Sarah’s toes were tingling.  She leaned towards him again, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance that always enveloped him.  She was not sure whether it was pheromones or expensive cologne.  Whatever it was, she could not get enough of it.
    “Good night,” she whispered, starry-eyed.
    “Good night, beautiful lady,” said Wilson, giving her a mock bow.  “I’ll see you again real soon.”  He flashed a beguiling grin.
    After Sarah closed the door, she spied on him through the peephole and watched as he hopped into his car and sped away.  The man oozed sexiness.  She wished she’d had the nerve to invite him up tonight, but she knew she must submit herself to the fact that Wilson was looking for an old-fashioned girl who did not rush into relationships, and she must behave in accordance therewith.  She would let him make the first move.
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    Sarah hopped up the stairs to her apartment, two at a time,