“How could you find that boring? The West’s treatment of refugees is one of the most fascinating, complex issues facing modern society.”
Not as fascinating as your breasts in that T-shirt.
When they sat down to dinner-Gabe had deliberately chosen a low-key steak house in a quiet neighborhood, nothing too flashy-things got worse. Tara leaned forward, her gorgeous wide-set eyes dancing in the candlelight. For one glorious moment Gabe thought she was about to kiss him.
Instead she asked earnestly: “So what are your politics, Gabe? How would you define yourself?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Come on. I’m interested.”
Gabe sighed. “All right. I’m a capitalist.”
Later that night, alone in bed, Gabe wondered if he’d somehow misspoken and said “I’m a Nazi child-killer” or “I’m a horse fetishist. You?” The very word capitalist sent Tara into such an apoplexy of rage, she stormed out of the restaurant before they’d even finished their entrées.
He’d had to beg for a second date. This time he decided to keep it simple. Uncontroversial. He took her ice skating.
“I’ve never done this before.” Wobbling uncertainly on the ice in jeans and a pair of pink leg warmers, Tara looked about thirteen. Gabe had never wanted a woman more.
“It’s a cinch.” He smiled, reaching for her hand. Pulling her toward him, he skated around behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Just step…and glide. Step…and glide. Let me lead you.” He began to skate forward.
“No, no, no, it’s okay. Don’t push me. I can do it.”
“It’s all right. Just relax. I won’t let you fall.” He started to build up some speed, gliding the two of them across the ice.
“No, Gabe. I don’t want you to…I prefer-watch out!”
The guy who plowed into them must have weighed at least two hundred pounds, a human Mack truck with no brakes. Gabe needed six stitches in his forehead. Tara fractured a rib and broke her arm in two places.
“You look good in white,” Gabe joked in the emergency room, when they finished setting her arm in a cast.
“Thanks.”
She wasn’t smiling. Oh God, I’ve blown it. She’ll never go out with me again. Not after this.
“I’m not very good at dates, am I?”
“No.”
“That was probably the worst date you ever had.”
“Unquestionably.”
“Apart from the one before.”
“Apart from that one, yes.”
“The thing is…”
“Yes, Gabe?”
“You’re laughing at me.”
And she was. Tears of laughter streamed down Tara’s face. Instinctively she moved her arm to wipe them away, only to whack herself in the face with her cast. For some reason, this made her laugh even harder.
“I’m sorry. But you look so adorable with your face all bashed up. And you are the most useless date in the universe. I mean you’re bad on a superhuman scale.”
“I know.” Seizing the moment, he leaned down and kissed her, a full, passionate kiss that took both of them by surprise. It was a nice surprise, though. So they did it again. And again.
“I love you,” said Gabe.
Tara grinned. “Disappointingly, I’m afraid I love you, too.”
“I know I’m a crap date. But I’d be a good husband.”
“Oh, really? So is that a proposal?”
“I don’t know. Is that an acceptance?”
“Come back with a ring and I’ll think about it.”
Three months later, they were married.
Phoenix’s offices were on Adderley Street, the main artery of Cape Town’s thriving central business district. Robbie and Lexi were shown up to the twelfth floor.
“Wait here, please. Mr. McGregor will be with you shortly.”
The waiting area was comfortably furnished with deep, squashy sofas and tables piled high with magazines. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered spectacular views of Table Mountain. The overall impression was one of wealth and ease.
Robbie asked: “Didn’t Kruger-Brent used to have a satellite office on this street?”
“They still do.”
“McGregor must be doing well to afford headquarters here.”
Lexi, who’d been thinking the same thing, nodded glumly. It was her suggestion that they meet at Phoenix’s offices. “It’ll give us a chance to get to know one another before we drive out to the clinic.” In fact, her real intention was to size up her competition. Now she wished she hadn’t bothered. These Antoni couches alone must have set him back twenty grand. I wonder how much Phoenix made last year?
“Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m Gabe. Would you like to come through?”
They followed Gabe into his office. For a moment Lexi was lost for words. She’d pictured Gabriel McGregor as an ordinary, balding, middle-aged executive.
Why didn’t Robbie warn me he was so attractive?
“Lexi Templeton.” She shook his hand coolly.
“A pleasure to meet you, Lexi. Tara and I were really excited when we heard back from your brother. Robbie and Paolo have done so much for the AIDS cause.”
Lexi thought: Quit sucking up. What do you really want?
“I had no idea you were involved in the charity, too.”
“I’m not. I’m in Cape Town on business.”
“Ah, that’s right. Templeton Estates. That’s your company, isn’t it?”
You know it is. Don’t play dumb with me, pretty boy.