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was my fault. I—I just couldn’t control myself around you.”
    Silence on her end, but at least she hadn’t hung up.
    “Will you give me another chance? To prove I can be a gentleman.”
    She sighed. “I don’t know, Blaine. I’m in a really weird place right now.”
    “I know. I just want to spend time with you.” He found that he meant it as he said it. “Nothing has to happen.”
    “It’s not just that. It’s me, too. I…” He could almost see her blushing through her tan. “I’m not sure I trust myself around you.”
    He pushed the phone to his face, as if he might get closer to her. “That’s good. We feel the same way—but I can keep us both in line. Let me just get to know you better.”
    “I’m afraid I already know you,” she said.
    Blaine’s heart stopped in his chest. Could she know? He hadn’t told anyone. Not a soul, in his three weeks in Fort Lauderdale.
    She went on. “You’re that handsome guy that always gets the girl. You only want me because I’m putting you off.”
    He exhaled in relief. “I’ll be honest with you. You surprised me when you stormed out. But truly, Mia, there’s something different about you. Will you let me find out what it really is?”
    His heartbeat sounded loud in his own ears as he waited for her reply. “Okay,” she said. “When?”
    “Come to my apartment. Tomorrow evening. No boat to make you sick.”
    “Alright,” she said.
    He gave her the address and they said goodnight. His mind raced. He had one chance to impress this woman. And prove to both of them that he could control himself.
    *
    Mia chose a flowy maxi dress for her first visit to Blaine’s apartment. She figured it was pretty but not overtly sexy. She wanted to dampen the fire, not extinguish it. She pulled into the parking lot across from the marina. Sports cars and garish SUV’s surrounded a cluster of high-end condos overlooking the harbor. The buildings were pink and yellow and powder blue, and palm trees marked the stone paths that lead to two-story lobbies.
    “Jeez,” she said to herself. Charter fishing must be a good living.
    She punched the number Blaine had given her into the security pad by the door. It buzzed and the door opened. She took the elevator to the top floor, seven stories up. When it opened she stepped out in confusion. She seemed to be in someone’s foyer.
    Blaine rounded the corner. He wore a white button down shirt and dark jeans. As always, his feet where bare. “You made it,” he said. He kissed both her cheeks, as if she were an English nun.
    “Yes,” she said. “I didn’t know where I was when the elevator opened—“
    “Private elevator,” he said. “It’s nice. No one traipsing by your door at all hours.”
    “Right,” said Mia. Her own three-story condo building didn’t even have elevators. She dreaded lugging her groceries from her car, up the stairs, and into her apartment. Blaine didn’t seem to have that worry.
    He led her into a spacious kitchen in a sleek modern style, all sparkly granite and stainless steel. A bouquet of yellow roses sat on the counter. “For you,” he said.
    She smiled in appreciation. “Thank you!”
    “Aren’t you going to read the card?”
    She opened the lumpy envelope that he’d stuck in between the stems. The card had two smiling fish with googly eyes on the front. She opened it and a packet fell into her hand. She held it up. “Dramamine!”
    “For our next boating adventure,” he said. He poured her a glass of white wine. “Would you mind going back outside before we eat?”
    “Of course not. It’s a beautiful evening. Not as hot as yesterday.” She blushed when she said it.
    They clinked glasses. “Here’s to it not being so hot,” he said. “Cheers.”
    They took the elevator to the first floor and left the building via the back door.  Mia followed Blaine toward a covered dock that jutted out into the clear water. He’d brought the bottle of wine, and stuck it into the bucket