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the women he’d dated would have killed to be in her position. Riley was bucking against it.
    How’s that for irony.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
    Riley woke the next morning, a Saturday, to the smell of bacon. Her stomach rumbled. She’d managed to fend off Dirk and sleep in her own bed. Her body hadn’t wanted to, but her mind knew this was right.
    He had a little proving to do, and he could only do that by his actions. She hoped he would. She was getting used to him in her life. Maybe even falling in love with him. That could be dangerous unless he proved himself.
    She didn’t need the white picket fence. She wasn’t even sure she wanted kids, so life in a penthouse could fit into her plans. As long as she didn’t have too long a commute to work.
    After her shower, she dressed in casual clothing, having no idea what her day was going to be like. She didn’t have laundry. Nor did she have to go to the grocery store. Glancing out the window, she saw that it was a nice day. They should do something outside.
    Dirk was in the kitchen. The bacon was on a paper towel.
    “Good morning, gorgeous,” Dirk said.
    She smiled from the doorway. “You’re being domestic.”
    “I actually love cooking breakfast. You need some eggs?”
    He handed her a coffee cup, made just the way she liked it. She was going to be spoiled by this new Dirk. He might already know all the right buttons to push. “Eggs would be fine.”
    “Omelet? With cheese?”
    “Sure.”
    She sat on a stool by the island. “Are you always up this early?”
    “Yes. I wake up so early during the week that it’s hard for me to sleep in on weekends.”
    “I see.”
    “What’s your schedule?” he asked.
    “I usually sleep a little later, but my stomach woke me up. I smelled the bacon,” she said.
    Dirk had an apron on and perfectly pressed jeans. They must have been tailored for him because they fit very well. He turned and caught her looking at him. “Like what you see?”
    She sipped her coffee. “I plead the fifth.”
    He laughed at her, his eyes twinkling. “What are you doing today?”
    “I don’t know. I don’t have to do my usual chores since I’m not at home.”
    “I was thinking about getting out of the city. We could do another wine tasting. Go horseback riding? Hike?”
    “That’s a lot of choices.”
    “What do you usually do for fun?”
    “Besides watch movies? I like science museums.”
    “We could do that,” he said.
    “What would you be doing today if I weren’t here?”
    “Working or watching football with Zeke.”
    That name hung between them. Riley felt guilty, but in the end things would work out. Hopefully Zeke would forgive them.
    “Well, then,” she said. “Let’s get out of the city. No matter what we do.”
    “I agree.”
    “You agree?”
    “Yes, sweetie.”
    That had been easy. An hour later they were heading out of Manhattan. Riley was comfortable in the passenger seat of the Aston Martin.
    “First stop, let’s go look for a car for you.”
    “I forgot. How could I forget that?” Riley said.
    Her world had been turned so upside down by Dirk that she hadn’t remembered that she needed a car. She wasn’t sure she liked that.
    After looking at several cars and test driving one, Riley chose a vehicle. The place was going to deliver it to Dirk’s penthouse later that day. No financing needed.
    “Life happens fast when you have the cash to pay for things,” she said.
    “I couldn’t imagine being poor. Ever. That may make me a bad person, but so be it.”
    “I’m not judging,” she said.
    “I know.”
    “This is all just new and foreign to me.”
    “I hope you can get used to it,” he said.
    “Probably.”
    Dirk laughed. “I was surprised you went with the red car.”
    “I’ve never had a red car. Out of my comfort zone.”
    “That’s never bad.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “For a drive. And if we see something we want to do we can stop.”
    “No plans?”
    “No plans.”
    She