York； didn"t you？ Was it as spectacular as the reviews claimed？〃 〃Every bit。〃 She waited for him to say more； but he simply stared at her。 〃Go on； Ross。 Tell me about it。〃 His gaze narrowed。 〃I"m not giving up； Chloe。 We"ll get back to that other conversation sooner or later。 For now I"ll humor you。〃 〃I"m waiting；〃 she sang brightly； making light of his threat。 〃The exhibit？〃 The evening passed more quickly than she could have dreamed。 Not only did they discuss Picasso； but they delved into politics； Wall Street； and the National Football League as well。 For Chloe； the Chiteaubriand Bouquetre with B6arnaise Sauce was incidental； as was the mellow red wine that flowed with the appearance of the beef。 Her attention was on Ross and Ross alone。 When was it that she had vowed indifference？ That morning？ What a fool she had been to think she could remain indifferent to Ross for long。 She knew her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks flushed； and she couldn"t seem to stop smiling。 Indifferent？ Fat chance。 Even aside from the physical； she found him to be the most interesting； well…informed； articulate man she had ever known。 Though they didn"t agree on everything； he respected Chloe"s right to her own opinion。 It made conversation free and relaxed； neither one fearful of offending the other。 The blend of Ross and the wine put Chloe at ease。 When he suggested that they take dessert cheese home to eat with fruit overlooking the ocean； she was all for it。 Unfortunately； it was downright chilly when they emerged from Farmington Court； and it began to drizzle during the drive home。 〃So much for a gentle evening breeze；〃 Ross grumbled as he hustled Chloe up the front steps to her door between increasingly large drops of rain。 〃The living room will have to do。〃 〃That"ll be fine。 I"m in the mood for Debussy anyway； and it would have peted with the surf。〃 He smiled at her。 〃La Mer？〃 〃I had another of his works in mind。〃 Once inside； she went straight to the shelves below the stereo unit； where she kept a small but cherished collection of works of the masters。 With pride she pulled one CD from the lot。 Ross"s brow shot up。 〃L Aprds…midi dun faune？〃 Again his accent was flawless。 〃I haven"t listened to that in years！〃 〃I always called it Afternoon of a Faun。 I like the way you say it； though。 It sounds so much more romantic。〃 〃It is a romantic piece。〃 Ignoring the note of caution that sounded from somewhere in the back of her mind； she took out the CD。 The entire evening had been romantic； so why not this？ If she was enjoying herself； why stop？ Ross squatted to study her collection。 His expression was all male and distinctly wicked when he winked back over his shoulder。 〃You have Ravel。 Should I put that on？〃 She had seen that video； too。 〃Debussy will be fine；〃 she said without batting an eyelash。 Richly pictorial chords filled the room。 Chloe sank into a corner of the sofa； put her head back； and closed her eyes。 She was aware of movement within the room； but concentrated on the music floating softly through the air about her。 She was dreaming； wakened only by the warm lips that kissed her bare throat once。 Her eyes flew open。 〃e sit with me and have some cheese。〃 He took her hand and coaxed her to the floor beside a plate of cheese and fruit。 She slipped off her high…heeled sandals。 They sat in front of the sofa and chairs； on the thick cream…colored area rug that covered the hardwood floor。 Chloe was the keeper of the edibles； slicing fruit and cheese； stacking a piece of one on the other to offer Ross。 He lounged casually on an elbow； legs stretched and crossed as he kept their wineglasses filled。 〃Are you trying to get me drunk？〃 she teased。 〃What fun would you be drunk？〃 He paused。 〃Are you sure you don"t want to listen to Ravel？〃 〃Don"t you like Debussy？〃 she asked innocently。 Ross simply topped off her wineglass。 In the hours that followed they talked more。 Chloe asked Ross about his childhood and discovered that he had both a sister and a brother； that he had studied the violin during one of his mother"s culture binges； and that he had been expelled from school for a day after tossing a water bomb from a second…story building and soaking kids in the playground。 〃A water bomb？ Ross； how could you？ That"s the type of thing the girls always hated！〃 〃That"s why I did it。〃 〃e on；〃 she chided； her eyes half closed； 〃a ladies" man like you？〃 〃Sure。 I was eight at the time。 It satisfied my need for machismo。〃 Chloe laughed at the idea of an eight…year…old Ross striving for machismo。 He certainly didn"t need to strive now。 〃You have three brothers； don"t you？〃 Ross picked the perfect time to turn the conversation。 She was in a more relaxed； more open mood than earlier。 It didn"t occur to her not to answer。 〃Uh…huh。 Allan； Chris； and Tim。 They"ve gone into Daddy"s business。〃 She frowned。 〃I haven"t seen them in a while。〃 〃Will you be going down for Thanksgiving next month？〃 November was the last time of year she ever went to visit。 〃No。 I think Tim will be in New York then。 I may meet him there。 I"m not sure。 I haven"t heard from him in a while。〃 〃Do you call them？〃 This time； she did smell the trap。 〃Oh； no； you don"t； Ross Stephenson。 I"m not so tipsy that I can"t see what you"re doing。 It won"t work。〃 〃You won"t tell me about you？〃 he asked with such honest disappointment that she almost gave in。 Almost； but not quite。 There was too much she didn"t want to face tonight。 This was a night for the present。 She shook her head in silent insistence。 〃Then sit closer。〃 Before she could protest he had shifted so that she leaned against him as he leaned against the sofa。 〃There。〃 His voice was pleasantly husky。 〃fortable？〃 〃Ummm。〃 She was extremely so。 In fact； she couldn"t think of a place where she would have been more fortable。 Ross"s chest was broad under her cheek； his arms were gentle around her； his heartbeat a pacifying tattoo through her。 Time became an expendable entity； there was no need to move。 They sat quietly in one another"s arms； lulled by the music th