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They waited in silence as the first course of their meal was served: hors d’oeuvres of wild mushrooms stuffed with crab, escargot and truffle pâté.

He silently took pleasure in watching the orgasmic expressions crossing Rebel’s face with each new flavor she encountered. She was a great deal more expressive than she likely thought she was. But then, a man like him was adept at catching every nuance of facial and body language, too.

Eventually, he leaned forward. “I did get one interesting piece of intel from my people this afternoon.”

She looked up expectantly from her potato-leek soup, abruptly all business, food forgotten. He sent a silent mental apology to the chef.

“I’ll share it with you, but on one condition,” he murmured.

“What’s that?”

He stood up, went around the table and held out his hand to her. “Dance with me.”