The flames seemed to dance to the music coming from tiny speakers on top of the antique buffet Wilson had turned into an entertainment center. “This music is so familiar. What is it?” “Verdi. The Force of Destiny.” Wilson sat about ten inches away from her, arm resting on the back of the couch, stocking feet sharing a leather ottoman with hers. “Are you a classical aficionado?” “Um. No. I’m actually more of an oldies aficionado. I like music I can dance to.” His lips pinched, giving his profile a stern schoolteacher look. “I see.” “Opposites are supposed to attract, you know.” “That would explain it, then.” He shifted so he was facing her. “You’re spontaneous, I’m a planner. You cook, I microwave. You like playing in the snow and I like painting it.” The heat from his smile rivaled the flames. “What’s your favorite movie genre? I’m guessing romantic comedy.” She laughed. “My life is a comedy. Not the romantic variety, but I live with comedians.
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