Thank God Zack wasn't looking at her. The idea that he might be interested in her made her head spin and her knees weak. But she dismissed the notion as absurd. This was Zack DiMarco. Women like her didn't end up with men like him. They dated lawyers or insurance salesmen. Although they probably slept with the Zack DiMarco's of the world once in a while. Now there was a goal to aim for. Maybe he'd already decided to aim for it. Maybe hot, steamy sex with her was his motive for this romantic walk. Now she was really nervous. And confused. "This is nice," she said on a squeak. He looked down at her and smiled softly. "It is." She gulped and licked her ice cream in what she hoped was a suggestive gesture but not a desperate one. But she was too subtle. He didn't seem to notice. "See, isn't it better when you lighten up a little?" he said. She nearly choked. So much for hot sex. "Lighten up? What do you mean, lighten up? I'm perfectly light, thank you very much." He groaned. "Me and my big mouth." "What's that supposed to mean?" He started to say something then stopped.
