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ones.”
     
    “And do you help her with the cooking?”
     
    “Oh, I can make quite a few things, and my blueberry pie is delicious.”
     
    She couldn’t imagine him in the kitchen. He was so macho. Perhaps that was a bit prejudiced for her, or perhaps it was because Ned always told her that real men didn’t cook. She wished she’d told him that real men also don’t cheat. “Perhaps one day I can try your famous pie,” she said.
     
    “Sure, anytime. What about you? What do you like to do when you’re not working?”
     
    “I like to watch TV.”
     
    “Reality TV?”
     
    “What else is there?” She was a little amused to notice that he seemed to be judging her choice of TV shows. “TV is the ultimate way to have cheap entertainment, but I also like to watch movies.”
     
    “And who is your favorite actor?” He groaned. “Don’t tell me it’s Tom Cruise.”
     
    “It’s actually Will Smith,” she said.
     
    “Ok. Good choice. Me, I don’t spend much time watching TV. Sometimes I catch a movie with a friend or on a date, but generally I like to read.”
     
    She gaped at him as if he said something silly. Reading? Him? She could imagine him cracking a skull or two, but not reading. Wow! Maybe she was making a serious mistake by trying to push him into a hole in which he didn’t fit. A biker club chief could be an intellectual. “What do you like to read?”
     
    “Autobiographies. Science and History. Spirituality.”
     
    She cocked an eyebrow, sure that he was pulling her leg. “You read books on spirituality?”
     
    “I am completely in touch with my inner self,” he assured her. “My third eye is active, energetic, and open to accepting all sorts of life lessons.”
     
    For a moment she sat still, and then she broke into laughter. “Oh! This is crazy. You’re joking with me, aren’t you?”
     
    “Of course not. You can come home and check out my books. I don’t read e-books. What crap that is? I need a book in my hand, and I like the smell of it, the texture of it. No tablet can provide that no matter how efficient it is.”
     
    “I’ll take your word for it.” She definitely didn’t want to end up at his apartment. Did she? No, she didn’t. The two drinks she downed mellowed her. Now, as she gazed at him, Stacy couldn’t imagine why she’d wanted to keep her distance from him. His blueberry pie might really be delicious, but he was the best dessert she ever tasted. As she recalled the way his hands moved her and the sweet manner in which his tongue tasted her, she wanted that experience all over again. Life was short, and she didn’t want to waste her time on regrets.
     
    Making love to him would be a treat.
     
    “It would be a disaster,” she said out loud.
     
    “What?”
     
    Stacy flushed when she realized that she spoke out aloud. “Nothing. I was just thinking about something. I can’t cook to save my life,” she blabbed in an effort to make up for her mistake. “The only thing I can cook is an omelet, and if you push me, maybe pasta. Although the last time I made some, it burned.” She pouted. “It wasn’t my fault really. I put it on the stove and went to watch the show that was coming on…and of course, I forgot about it.”
     
    “Of course.”
     
    “It’s difficult to multitask,” she said. Her gaze settled on his hands, as he picked up the bottle of beer he was nursing still. She could imagine those long fingers sliding along her skin and then perhaps skipping over her breasts. “Ned thought I was a complete loser in the kitchen.”
     
    Stacy couldn’t believe she said that out loud. Maybe that second mojito wasn’t a good idea. Or perhaps it was her third. Did he replace her glass in the middle of their conversation? Good God! She was a little tipsy. This was so not good. How was she supposed to keep her composure and cool when the alcohol made her head swim? Maybe he got her drunk on purpose. Now he would make love to her and she