Evening Stars. Сьюзен Мэллери

charge, sexually. But obviously that wasn’t going to happen. She could only hope he was making an effort to seduce her, because if this was all unintentional, she was in trouble.

      The hostess led them to a table by the window. She flashed Kyle a smile, then lightly touched his arm, but he didn’t bother with another wink, and she left with a sigh.

      Kyle moved the menus to the side of the table and leaned toward Nina.

      “Thanks for coming out with me,” he said, gazing into her eyes. “You know, I’ve been planning this night since I was twelve.”

      A line that made her want to roll her eyes. “You’re not serious.”

      He smiled. “I loved the shirt you wore all the time, the one with little white starfish on it. When you bent over to pick up my sister, I could see down the front of it. You painted your toenails red. The color was called Cherries in the Snow. Your favorite song that summer was Cher’s ‘Believe.’”