That meant deciding what to wear had her mind twisted into a knot. She didn’t want to go casual, but too dressy and he might get the wrong idea. And what if he decided to take her someplace else, like Highpoint or Crater Lake, where the restaurants were a little more high class? She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea, either. If he thought she was dressing up for him, he’d think he’d won her over, made a good impression, and that most definitely was not the case. Finally she settled on linen slacks and a sleeveless silk shell with comfortable flats. Instead of leaving her hair loose, she pulled it back with a wide gold clip. More businesslike, she assured herself. Yeah, right. A minimum of makeup and she was ready when he rang the bell exactly at seven. If she’d really been interested in him, she would have had a hard time resisting the approval in his eyes when they raked over her, or the heat that blazed in them. Steady, Jessie. It’s just dinner. He’s a player and you don’t need that kind of aggravation.
