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and
took another bite herself. Why did it turn her on to think he’d eaten off the
same spoon? Her blood raced around her body, and her nipples tightened.
    Jeez, get a
grip. It’s only chocolate.
    Even so…
    He finished his
cake and leaned back in his chair. Linking his fingers, he gave her a
mischievous look, so like the young Dion she’d known that it made her catch her
breath.
    “So Cody was your
first boyfriend?” he asked curiously.
    She played with
her glass. “The one and only.”
    He looked
suspicious. “You’ve only been with the one guy?”
    “You think I’m
lying?”
    “I think you’re
far too pretty to have let only one man get his hands on that sexy body of
yours.”
    She widened her
eyes. “Dion! Now who’s flirting?”
    He grinned. “Is
that an objection?”
    She giggled. “No.”
She’d drunk too much champagne. But she liked talking like this.
    She was so wary
about flirting with men. In spite of her words, she’d been very cautious in
college. There’d been stories of one girl who’d played around and got herself
into serious trouble when she invited attention she didn’t want, and that had
horrified Megan. Although deep down she thought she may be an extrovert, her
disorder made her more circumspect than she might otherwise have been. She’d
kept away from parties and concentrated on studying, and as a result didn’t
have quite the same, relaxed affinity with the opposite sex that most of her
friends had.
    So it was nice to
open up a little for once, because flirting with Dion was safe. Okay, so they
hadn’t seen each other in a long time, but even so, the way he’d taken care of
her when he’d seen her distress told her he hadn’t changed that much.
    He finished off
the last drops of champagne in his glass. “Do you want another bottle?”
    “Cripes, no, I’ll
be flat on my back if I have another glass.”
    “In that case I’ll
order two.” Their eyes met and they both laughed. “Come on then.” Dion
signalled to the waitress for the bill.
    Megan lifted her
bag onto her lap and fiddled with the clasp. “Will you let me pay half?”
    “Megan, for God’s
sake.” He leaned forward and took her hand in his. “I want…” He hesitated and
looked at her fingers. “I need to say sorry.”
    “What for?” she
said, puzzled.
    “For what happened
at the midwinter party.”
     She bit her lip.
All these years she’d dreamed about him kissing her, and he regretted it. “It’s
okay,” she said, a little icily. “It doesn’t matter. Forget about it.”
    She went to pull
her hand away, but his fingers tightened and refused to let go. When she looked
up, his gaze was fixed on her, intense.
    “I don’t regret
it,” he said firmly, as if reading her mind. “I’d do the exactly the same thing
again. I’d been wanting to kiss you for ages, and when I saw you standing out
the deck, singing away…I had to do it.”
    Her face grew
warm. He’d been wanting to kiss her for ages?
    “So why do you
need to say sorry?” she whispered.
    He leaned forward,
lacing their fingers together. “Because of the way I left. Because I didn’t
stay in touch. I wanted to—I rang every day for the first two months to talk to
you.”
    She stared at him.
“I did not know that.”
    “I always got your
dad or Sean. Your dad yelled at me and hung up. Sean would talk to me, but he
refused to hand me over to you.”
    Resentment boiled
in her stomach. Her brother had never told her this. “Why?” she said furiously.
“Why would he do that?”
    Dion shrugged.
“You were only fifteen. I guess he didn’t want you in contact with a guy three
years older living on the other side of the world. And I was going to
university, so I suppose they decided it was pointless. Your dad thought I
betrayed his generous offer to look after me, that I took advantage of you. I
didn’t see it like that, but I understand how it must have looked to him. I
hadn’t exactly been a model student.”
    Her lips