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could go after her if you wanted? Do you have to go through anything special to be able to court her?" I was really beginning to get interested here—it sounded like something out of a romance novel. Did I really just say 'court her'?
    Solomon's eyes seemed to grow a shade darker as he considered my queries, "Yes, I am able to court her… now that I have made the final journey" I was becoming uncomfortable underneath his scrutiny.
    "What journey?"
    "A very long and arduous one. One with many challenges, pitfalls, dangers and heartaches." His voice grew stronger with each descriptive word. He sat up a little straighter and his eyes became more intense as he spoke.
    "Come on, Solomon, this is the 21st Century. Beyond the thug on the corner and the problem of global warming, there really aren't as many obstacles as you're making out." I leaned forward in the booth and placed my elbows on the table, leaning my chin into my hands. Raising my eyebrows I quipped, "It sounds to me like you have read a few too many adventure novels."
    "Hmmm, we shall see." Solomon stared at me in deep thought. He then leaned forward in the booth as well and hovered over the table, as if he was letting his torso float there. He was a good seven inches from my face when he did this. With a flash of his eyes his grin appeared on his face. "So, when can I see you again?"

4
    Dinner with Solomon was fantastic. We had eaten early because I had a gig that night at Pete and Jack's and I had to be there by 7:00 p.m. So that meant that dinner had to begin at 5:00 or I would be late.
    Solomon appeared in front of my apartment building just as I was descending the stairs to get my can of mace out of my truck. He was driving a glossy black Mercedes SL Class Roadster and I could feel my temperature rise just watching the car pull up next to my old truck. Yes, I have to admit that I have a thing for gorgeous cars. You wouldn't be able to tell from my '88 truck but I didn't care—my deep dark secret was usually never exposed.
    I sighed as I watched him step out of his car, extending his body out as the car seemed to give birth to his perfect body. A tiny shiver shot up my spine as I took a breath. Easy girl, easy.
    He was wearing a fitted deep blue suit with a lavender shirt and tie. His hair was gently spiked up at the tips and I could feel my butterflies return as he approached me with broad, determined steps.
    "Celeste," he smiled down at me as he reached for my hand and kissed the tips of my fingers. "It feels like it has been an eternity since I've seen you last." His eyes gleamed in the dimming sun. A chill ran down my spine as I noticed that his hands felt relatively cold.
    "Uh, yeah, for me too," I smiled up at him, feeling awkward because he was in a suit and I was standing in my black cargo pants and muscle shirt. I reached into my truck and grabbed my mace, shoving it into my purse awkwardly.
    "You aren't planning on macing me are you?" He laughed as he watched me shove the small tube in my purse.
    "No, of course not. It's just, with that creep last night I figured I should be carrying this closer to my person than I did last night." Shrugging seemed to be a good response so I shrugged.
    "That is quite true, self-preservation must be of the utmost concern with you, Celeste." He paused for dramatic effect and I turned to see what was holding him back.
    He was staring right at me when he pulled back on my arm just a fraction, "You are a strikingly beautiful woman, my dear. Most men would not be able to control themselves in your presence." He released me, his fingers gently gliding over my elbow.
    I laughed out loud because I couldn't help it, "Striking? Who talks like that anymore?" I shook my head.
    Solomon stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, "I do, " he shrugged as he led the way to his dazzling car.
    Walking around to the passenger side, Solomon held the door open for me, made sure I was comfortable and then closed the door lightly behind me. He took