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“I’ve seen that look often enough on a woman’s face. You were thinking about having something, all right, but it wasn’t dinner.”

Annie narrowed her eyes. “Boy, you have got some ego. Food was exactly what I was thinking about. I was thinking that the breast of chicken in Ike sauce…I mean wine sauce…would be really good. For dinner.”

Ike chuckled. “I see. I can only imagine what you have in mind for dessert.”

“Cheesecake,” Annie said, without looking at him.

“Funny, that’s what I’m planning to have, too.”

“Well, you’ll have to get your own,” she assured him. “Because I’m not sharing mine with you.”