Amanda said after swallowing a vigorous mouthful. “It just melts in my mouth. Is yours good?”Brock nodded and smiled across the table at her. He liked women who enjoyed their food, who didn’t pick and poke and nibble. And in spite of her dainty appearance, Amanda Walker had tucked into her steak and baked potato with the enthusiasm of a ranch hand.Amanda caught his glance and smiled back, her eyes shining like blue stars in the muted glow of the candle between them. “I know I’m eating like a pig,” she said cheerfully. “But I didn’t have time for lunch, and I’m just starved.”“I love it,” Brock said sincerely. “I love watching you eat. Nobody but Alvin enjoys food that much.”“Alvin?” she asked, sipping from her crystal wineglass.“My dog,” Brock said. “He’s one of a kind. In fact, I can’t describe him, so you’ll just have to pay me a visit sometime and meet him for yourself.”She fell silent, looking down at her plate while Brock continued to gaze at her.Amanda seemed different tonight, awkward and a little constrained, as if she had something on her mind.
