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with it before he changed his mind. The music and candlelight were getting to him, not to mention the promise he saw in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Lately, I feel old when I’m with you. That’s not fair to either of us.”
    “You’re not old. You’re mature. Just my type. Sure, you’ll argue I want a daddy figure, but I promise you, I don’t. Men my age are more concerned with their trucks than they are pleasing a woman. Maybe we don’t share the same pop culture, but we’re compatible. You can’t deny that.”
    This wouldn’t be easy. Those lips. Those boobs. Steeling his shoulders, he stood his ground. “You’re right. We have fun, but we’re better as friends.”
    She started to say something but must have thought better of it because she closed her mouth, then scooted her chair away from the table. Thrusting her chest out, she flourished her hands as if presenting her body as a prize. “Take a good look. Are you willing to give all this up? Be sure. Be very sure, because I won’t be on the market long.”
    For a moment, he weakened, but then reminded himself that he’d never have stronger feelings for her. “I understand, and I wish you the best. Still friends?”
    “As if. I should have suspected something was up when you asked me to meet you here. Mark my words. There will come a day when you regret this. You know what they say. Hindsight is 50/50.”
    Dak smiled. “20/20.”
    “What?”
    “Hindsight is 20/20, not 50/50.”
    “Whatever. I suppose this is where I leave.” She stood and hiked her purse over her shoulder. “See you around, Savage .”
    As she walked away, he wondered if he’d made the right decision. Every guy in the room turned to follow the sway of her hips. She was right. She’d be off the market before the week ended.
     
    ~~*~~
     
    The next evening, Dak palmed a glass of whiskey and relaxed in the chaise. Relief washed over him. Shelly was history, and other than the loss of sex, he was happy. She didn’t understand. To string her along when his only interest was physical would be wrong. He switched his gaze to watch the moon climb above the trees. Ash branches cast familiar shadows across the lake. As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t anywhere more peaceful than the view from his back deck. He loved this place. Having built the log home with his own hands, a deep sense of pride swelled in his chest during these quiet moments.
    As head of marketing at Galaxy, he’d promised himself retirement by age fifty with an investment portfolio that reached all the way into his nineties, and that was right on track. If the proposed takeover by Media Corp. went through, he could remain here, or possibly move to L.A. or Chicago. He took a second to consider the two locations. In California, he could take up surfing. He’d always wanted try it. Chicago had just as much to offer. The hustle and bustle looked exhilarating in the movies. The bitter winters would be a change.
    He sipped and let the liquor go down slowly, enjoyed the burn, and savored the aftertaste. Nothing like a drink of Balcones to end his day. A good Texas whiskey always filled the bill. He emptied the tumbler, stood, and opened the door to go back inside when the doorbell rang. Glancing at his watch, he wondered who it could be. Not Shelly. He’d never brought her or any woman here. He used his condo in town. Got a helluva deal on it, and when he worked late, it was more convenient to stay there than make the thirty-mile trip home.
    He focused through the peep-hole. Simona stood in the one jagged streak of moonlight running across his porch. He turned the knob and pulled the door open. “Hey, Sis. What brings you here?”
    She rushed past him, headed toward the kitchen, and spoke over her shoulder. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. Did you give Shelly the boot?” Simona opened the pantry, stuck her head deep inside the shelves, and moved things around.
    “That’s harsh. I was civil. Gave her my usual