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dialogue. You’re great, beautiful, and too young for me. I even referred to parachute pants to reinforce the age difference.”
    Simona abandoned her search and moved to the freezer. “Do you have ice cream?”
    “Yeah. Rocky Road and I also have cookies in the second canister, which I figure is what you were searching for in the pantry. Why don’t you forget the damn diet? You’re not fat, and Ben loves you the way you are.”
    She set the carton on the counter, grabbed a dish from the cabinet, and then retrieved a spoon and dipper from the drawer. “Since you and I share the same birthday, I shouldn’t have to remind you we’ll soon be moving into another decade.” She dug out a glob of chocolate and plopped it into the bowl. “He works with supermodels. I can’t compete with them.”
    Her brother raised his hand to stop her rant. Once she got started, she could go on forever, talking about nothing. “First, we still have another year before we do that. So don’t rush it. Second, you’re not in a competition. If he’d wanted one of those half-naked, anorexic girls, he’d have married one. He was photographing them long before he met you.”
    “I was young then. I had perky breasts, a nice ass, and no stretch marks.” She closed her lips around the spoon, held it there for a few seconds, then took it out and waved it in the air as if conducting an orchestra. “After fifteen years of marriage, I have less boobs, more butt, and they’ve both started their migrations.”
    “Hey, I’m uncomfortable discussing your body parts. Besides, you’re being silly. Ben didn’t fall in love with you because of how you look. Take my word, if that’s what men wanted, I would have married a long time ago.”
    She returned to the fridge, grabbed a can of whipping cream, gave it a fast shake, and then squirted a creamy mountain on top of her ice cream. Sticking the red lid on the end of her finger, she punctuated the air to make her point. “Then why do you keep dating these Perky-Perfect-Pretties?”
    He cocked his head. He’d never seen her so animated, like a junkie needing a fix. A small grin twitched at the corner of her mouth. “Sonovabitch. Oh, you’re good. You’re very good. This little visit isn’t about your insecurity. This is you wanting to set me up with somebody. Isn’t it? Damn. I can’t believe I almost fell for it. Give it up. Whoever you want me to date, the answer is—no.”
    Slouching onto a barstool, she lowered her shoulders. “Okay, I admit I have someone in mind, but I am worried Ben will lose interest.”
    “Has he done something?” Dak leaned forward and rested his arms on the table. “If he has, I’ll kick his ass.”
    She wagged her head. “No, but I helped him with a shoot a few days ago and the model flirted with him right in front of me. I couldn’t help but wonder how often he deals with that. Let’s face it. I could stand to lose a few pounds and look.” She moved her face in close to his, stretched her eyes wide, and pointed to the corners. “Crow’s feet. And see these wrinkles.” She slid her finger back and forth across her upper lip. “God, I’m getting so old. Men don’t even notice me anymore. Case in point, you aren’t interested in women our age.”
    “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “Seriously? When was the last time you dated a woman older than twenty-five? And you know why? I’ll tell you. You deliberately date girls you’ll never fall in love with. If you considered someone your own age who shares your common interests and generation, you might find the perfect match.”
    “Holy crap. You almost had me again. Damn you, Sim. Why are you and Mom hell-bent on me getting married?”
    “Main reason: You’re the only one to carry on the Savage name.”
    “It’s not my fault big brother had to go and marry a woman with kids, and no equipment to produce more. Carrying on the name shouldn’t be my reason for marrying anyway.”
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