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Wendy got home from the offices of The Inquirer with a little over an hour to spare. That would barely be enough time to get ready, let alone start to get anything cooking. She hoped this didn’t mean the entire evening would be a complete disaster. She showered, chose an outfit, and was just pulling a bottle of wine from the wine rack when the doorbell rang.
When she opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Xavier looked even better in his casual clothes than he did in his work suit. And in her opinion he usually looked pretty good in his work suit.
She ushered him through to her sitting room, which she’d had some trouble with earlier. She hadn’t wanted to go the whole hog with candles, incense, and soft jazz music, but she had wanted to at least put the thought in X
