dignity。 〃I want to enjoy myself tonight。 Please？〃
Ross stared first at her； then at the tablecloth； then at the far wall。
When his gaze finally returned she saw a glint of humor。 〃When you look
at me like that； I'd do anything！〃
〃Anything？〃 She clutched at that。
〃Anything。〃
〃Then tell me about the Picasso exhibit。 You saw it when it was in New
York； didn't you？ Was it as spectacular as the reviews claimed？〃
〃Every bit。〃
She waited for him to say more； but he simply stared at her。
〃Go on； Ross。 Tell me about it。〃
His gaze narrowed。 〃I'm not giving up； Chloe。 We'll get back to that
other conversation sooner or later。 For now I'll humor you。〃
〃I'm waiting；〃 she sang brightly； making light of his threat。 〃The
exhibit？〃
The evening passed more quickly than she could have dreamed。 Not only
did they discuss Picasso； but they delved into politics； Wall Street；
and the National Football League as well。 For Chloe； the Chiteaubriand
Bouquetre with B6arnaise Sauce was incidental； as was the mellow red
wine that flowed with the appearance of the beef。 Her attention was on
Ross and Ross alone。
When was it that she had vowed indifference？ That morning？ What a fool
she had been to think she could remain indifferent to Ross for long。 She
knew her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks flushed； and she couldn't
seem to stop smiling。 Indifferent？ Fat chance。 Even aside from the
physical； she found him to be the most interesting； well…informed；
articulate man she had ever known。 Though they didn't agree on
everything； he respected Chloe's right to her own opinion。 It made
conversation free and relaxe
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