"you prefer macho he-men," Myron said. "I understand." She snickered. "Why does he keep looking at me like that?" "My guess? He's probably checking out your ass." "Good to know somebody is." Myron cleared his throat, glanced away. "So you want to have dinner together tomorrow?" "That would be nice." "I'll pick you up at seven." Ali put her hand on his chest. Myron felt something electric in the touch. She stood on tiptoes--Myron was six-four--and kissed his cheek. "I'll cook for you." "Really?"