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a fun gun. Lord Jesus. Biggest deal breaker of all. But if she were interested in a jolly shooter, Macho Jokester filled the bill, but she needed a man who shot live rounds. Delete.
    Bachelor number two. This time she’d play it safe, skip the basic information and move right to his reveal. I’m fantastic at liberating your pleasure wave. Quinn gagged. Seriously? She wondered if that pervert got any responses. Delete.
    Inquiry number three reveal. I’ve never had sex with a man. Was he attempting humor? Delete.
    She closed the laptop with more force than she’d intended. A hot bath always worked wonders, but she wasn’t sure if it could wash fun gun, pleasure wave, and sex with a man from her brain. She decided not to let the first applicants spoil her mood. Once she agreed to join the site, she committed. Besides, the profiles she’d read proved there was plenty of material for her articles. That’s how she needed to approach this. Embrace the good, the bad, and the perverted. They all had a story to tell, and she was the journalist to write them.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Dak Savage knew there was safety in numbers when breaking up with someone. An audience made a woman think twice before causing a scene. Well, most of the time, but not always. Eight years ago, he’d ended up with a glass of wine in his face, before Carmen stormed out of the restaurant. Then there was Bridget. The memory of her on the floor kicking and screaming like a spoiled toddler still made him shiver.
    Staring across the table at Shelly, he wondered what kept him from falling in love with her. She was a beautiful girl, but beyond the bedroom, they had nothing in common.
    In his twenties, quantity had been more important than quality. But now at thirty-eight—he stopped. The number reminded him the big 4-0 waited around the corner, and he’d never been in love. Not even close. Never had his heart broken. Not a single time. What did that say about him? He didn’t consider himself a playboy, but was he so shallow that he couldn’t invest enough in a relationship to let it develop beyond casual? Had he done that with Shelly?
    Her green eyes brightened, and she licked her frosted pink lips. The knowledge of what they were capable of sucked the thoughts from his brain.
    “Why don’t we go away next weekend? Back to that little B&B we visited last month.” She tossed her blonde curls for effect and took a deep breath. Full breasts rose from her low cut scarlet dress, as if pumping up a bicycle tire. Bicycle. Red bicycle. Damn, I loved that ride. He blinked. Man, if he was imagining his first bike while she was giving him that come-and-get-me look, then he was doing the right thing for sure.
    “You’re a beautiful girl, Shel.”
    She fluttered her long thick lashes like pine needles swaying in a breeze on the first day of hunting season. “We’ve been dating three months now and…”
    “Four.” She wiggled fingers in the air. “It’s been four months.”
    “Yeah, and it’s been great, but…”
    She sat up straight and threw her hand in front of her body as if directing traffic. “Wait! But what? Are you breaking up with me?”
    “C’mon. Admit we’re wrong for each other.” He leaned forward, rested his arms on the table, and searched her expression for possible retaliation. She wasn’t reaching for her water or wine. A good sign, so he started again. “You’re twenty-five. The year you were born I was wearing parachute pants and getting down with Milli Vanilli. Aikman and Irvin still played for the Dallas Cowboys.”
    Now she leaned forward and her bosom strained against the low-cut fabric. “I know who Troy Aikman is.”
    Dak forced his eyes back to her face. “Only because he does commentary on TV. By the time you were thirteen, you were listening to Jenny from the Block, and I was trying to make it home from a tour in Iraq.”
    “I can’t believe you’re dumping me. We’re so good together.”
    Dang, he needed to hurry up