He was that much taller than she was。 She had to tip up her head。 〃Fine。
And you？〃
〃Not bad。 You're looking well。〃 He gave her a warm once…over。 〃Very
different。〃 Humor tugged at the corners of his lips。
〃So are you。〃 Even in spite of an inner trembling； she could appreciate
the humor。 〃When I last saw you； you were distinctly antiestablishment。
This is a switch。〃
His stance was a casual one； the hand in his pocket not only emphasizing
the solid wall of his chest but pulling the fabric of his trousers
across his thigh in a way that showed the strength of seemingly endless
legs。
〃Not entirely。 It's just that now I save my jeans for free…time wear and
my boots for cold weather。〃
So he； too； remembered what he had worn that night。 〃And the peasant
shirt？〃 she asked softly。
He laughed。 〃The peasant shirt was replaced for a while by a dashiki；
but I'm afraid the modern me is addicted to ordinary sports shirts and
sweaters。〃
〃Conventional；〃 she murmured with a faltering smile； teasing him as much
as she dared。 It was hard to remain indifferent to this man。 She felt
the strain。
〃Sadly so；〃 he agreed without any sadness。 〃But look at you。 You've done
a turnaround。 Last time I saw you； your hair was curled； you wore
makeup； higher heels； and more daring clothes。 You also talked New
Orleans。 Where'd the accent go？〃
Chloe drew in a long breath。 〃It faded。 I've lived up north for too
long。 Time does different things to each of us； I guess。〃
〃It's for the better。 You look beautiful。 Unhappy； but beautiful。〃
His candor made her balk。 Seeing him was painful enough。 Talking more
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