I opened the door. Parker held a sm

I opened the door. Parker held a small bouquet of
flowers, wearing slacks and a tie. His eyes did a quick
once-over, from my dress to my shoes and then back up.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he
said, enamored.
I looked behind me to wave to America, whose smile
was so wide I could see every one of her teeth. Shepley
had the expression of a proud father, and Travis kept his
eyes on the television.
Parker held out his hand, leading me to his shiny
Porsche. Once we were inside, he let out a puff of air.
“What?” I asked.
“I have to say, I was a bit nervous about picking up the
woman Travis Maddox is in love with…from his apartment.
You don’t know how many people have accused me of
insanity today.”
“Travis is not in love with me. He can barely stand to be
near me sometimes.”
“Then it’s a love/hate relationship? Because when I
broke it to my brothers that I was taking you out tonight, they
all said the same thing. He’s been behaving so erratically—
even more than usual— that they’ve all come to the same
conclusion.”
“They’re wrong,” I insisted.
Parker shook his head as if I were utterly clueless. He
rested his hand on mine. “We’d better go. I have a
table waiting.”
“Where?”
“Biasetti’s. I took a chance…I hope you like Italian.”
I raised one eyebrow. “Wasn’t it short notice for
reservations? That place is always packed.”
“Well…it’s our restaurant. Half, anyway.”
“I like Italian,” I smiled.
Parker drove to the restaurant at exactly the speed limit,
using his turn signal appropriately, and slowing at a
reasonable rate for each yellow light. When he spoke, he
barely took his eyes from the road. When we arrived at the
restaurant, I giggled.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re just…a very cautious driver. It’s a good thing.”
“Different from the back of Travis’ motorcycle?” he
smiled.
I should have laughed, but the difference didn’t feel like
a good thing. “Let’s not talk about Travis tonight.
Okay?”
“Fair enough,” he said, leaving his seat to open my
door.
We were seated right away at a table by a large, bay
window. Although I was in a dress, I looked impoverished
compared to the other women in the restaurant. They were
dripping in diamonds, and wearing cocktail dresses. I’d
never eaten anywhere so swanky.
We ordered, and Parker closed his menu, smiling at
the waiter. “And bring us a bottle of the Allegrini
Amarone, please.”
“Yes, sir,” the waiter said, taking our menus.
“This place is unbelievable,” I whispered, leaning
against the table.
His green eyes softened. “Thank you, I’ll let my father
know you think so.”
A woman approached our table. Her hair was pulled
into a tight, blonde french bun, a gray streak interrupting the
smooth wave of her bangs. I tried not to stare at the
sparkling jewels resting around her neck, or those swaying
back and forth on her ears, but they were made to be
noticed. Her squinty, blue eyes targeted me.

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Aku membuka pintu. Parker diadakan buket kecilbunga, mengenakan celana panjang dan dasi. Matanya Apakah cepatsekali-over, dari baju saya Sepatu saya dan kemudian kembali naik."Anda adalah merupakan mahluk paling indah yang pernah saya lihat," iaberkata, terpikat.Aku menoleh ke belakang saya untuk gelombang ke Amerika, senyum yangadalah sangat luas aku bisa melihat setiap salah satu gigi. Todmordenmemiliki ekspresi ayah bangga, dan Travis terus nyamata di televisi.Parker mengulurkan tangan-Nya, membawaku ke nya mengkilapPorsche. Setelah kami berada di dalam, dia mengeluarkan kepulan udara."Apa?" Saya bertanya."Saya harus mengatakan, aku sedikit gugup tentang mengambilwanita Travis Maddox adalah cinta dengan... dari apartemennya.Anda tidak tahu berapa banyak orang telah menuduh sayakegilaan hari.""Travis ini tidak jatuh cinta dengan saya. Dia hampir tidak bisa berdiri untukdekat saya kadang-kadang.""Maka itu adalah cinta/hate relationship? Karena ketika sayamemecahkannya kepada saudara-saudara saya yang saya mengambil Anda keluar malam ini, merekaSemua mengatakan hal yang sama. Dia telah berperilaku sehingga tak menentu —bahkan lebih dari biasa — bahwa mereka semua telah datang ke samakesimpulan.""Mereka salah," Aku bersikeras.Parker menggelengkan kepala seolah-olah aku benar-benar tidak mengerti. Iaberistirahat tangannya di tambang. "Kami lebih baik pergi. Aku punyamenunggu meja.""Mana?""Biasetti. Aku mengambil kesempatan... Saya harap Anda seperti Italia."Aku mengangkat alis satu. "Bukan waktu yang singkat untukreservasi? Tempat itu adalah selalu makan.""Yah... itu adalah restoran kami. Setengah, anyway. ""Saya suka Italia," Aku tersenyum.Parker melaju ke restoran di persis batas kecepatan,menggunakan sinyal giliran nya dengan tepat, dan perlambatan diwajar untuk setiap cahaya kuning. Ketika ia berbicara, iahampir tidak mengambil mata dari jalan. Ketika kami tiba diRestoran, saya terkikik."Apa?" tanyanya."Kau hanya... driver sangat berhati-hati. Itu adalah hal yang baik.""Berbeda dari bagian belakang motor Travis'?" diatersenyum.Aku harus tertawa, tetapi perbedaannya tidak merasa sepertihal yang baik. "Mari kita tidak bicara tentang Travis malam ini.Oke?""Cukup," katanya, meninggalkan tempat duduknya membuka sayapintu.Kami duduk segera di meja di sebuah teluk yang besar,jendela. Walaupun saya dalam gaun, aku melihat miskindibandingkan dengan perempuan lain di restoran. Merekamenetes di berlian, dan mengenakan gaun koktail. Saya akanpernah makan di mana saja begitu megah.Kami memesan, dan Parker ditutup menu, tersenyum padapelayan. "Dan membawa kita sebotol AllegriniAmarone, silakan. ""Ya, sir," pelayan mengatakan, mengambil menu kami."Tempat ini luar biasa," bisikku, condongterhadap tabel.Mata hijau melunak. "Terima kasih, saya akan memberitahu ayah sayatahu Anda berpikir begitu."Seorang wanita mendekati meja kami. Rambutnya ditarikke disanggul Perancis ketat, pirang, abu-abu beruntun menyelagelombang halus poni nya. Aku mencoba untuk tidak menatapberkilauan perhiasan beristirahat di lehernya, atau orang-orang bergoyangback and forth on her ears, but they were made to benoticed. Her squinty, blue eyes targeted me.