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past them. A few of them gave her and Tristan double looks. She hoped it was only because he was so tall and so gorgeous and not because they were wondering what someone her age was doing with someone like him.
    She stepped away from him and he let go of her arms. “I'd better get back to the store.”
    “What time do you get off?”
    She started, not sure she had heard him right. “What?”
    “From work. What time will you be done?”
    “Three. Why?”
    He stared at her for a moment then laughed softly. He took a step towards her until he was only a hairsbreadth away. She smelled not only his cologne, which was some intoxicatingly musky scent, but she felt the heat of his body.
    “Because, lovely Lydia, now that I’ve found you again, I don’t intend on losing you. I want to see you. If that’s all right with you, of course.”
    He wanted to see her? Really? Even after she had blown him off at the club? Even when, in this pitiless sunlight he had to see that she was at least a decade older than he was.
    “Yes. Sure. That’s fine. With me.” Great, she sounded like an idiot . But she still wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
    “Great.” He glanced at the heavy gold and silver watch on his wrist. Because her ex had been into such things, she recognized it as a very expensive watch. “I’ll stop back at three.”
    She nodded. “That would be fine. “ Still sounding stupid there, Lydia. Remember what Saffron said. Loosen up.
    “Does coffee sound good?”
    She nodded, not wanting to risk sounding even stupider.
    He took her hand, lifted it and kissed the back of it. As his firm lips pressed against her skin, her pulse skittered, but she also couldn't help noticing that the people who passed them now were openly staring.
    “Till then, lovely Lydia. I shall count the minutes until we meet.” He looked up at her from underneath his brows, his voice low, his breath caressing her hand. He gently released it, gave her another warm smile then turned and headed down the sidewalk.
    She watched Tristan until he disappeared into the crowd. She felt silly doing so, but she wanted to convince herself that she hadn’t just dreamed their encounter. She headed back to the store. It felt as if she were floating ten feet off the ground. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t felt this giddy in a long time. Not since she was thirteen and had been on her way to the roller-skating rink with Winston Bailey, the boy who’d been her first crush.
    The bell above the door tinkled and the smell of incense wrapped itself around her as she entered the store.
    Elaine, who was behind the counter, looked up from the magazine she was reading. “So, did you find him?”
    “Actually, he found me.”
    “Are you and he dating?”
    Lydia stiffened. She wondered if Tristan was more than just a customer to Elaine. “No. Not really. I met him the night I was out with Saffron.”
    “At The Mortarboard ?”
    Lydia nodded. “But we didn't actually meet. Someone was bothering me and Tristan made him stop.”
    “Sounds like something he'd do. So that's his name? Tristan?”
    “Yes.”
    “Interesting.” Elaine twirled a strand of her blonde hair about her finger. “And here I was thinking of him as a Lancelot. Not as a Tristan.”
    Lydia went over to the counter. “Was Tristan another of Arthur's knights?”
    “Sort of. Depends on what you read. But he's the main character in some of the stories associated with the Arthurian legends. The most famous being the story of Tristan and Isolde.” She gave Lydia a keen look. “So you met him at the club and he chased away some jerk. Nothing else happened?”
    “No, nothing else.” Lydia moved behind the counter and leaned against it. “What could have happened? You've seen him.” She laughed. A short, hard laugh. “Now, look at me.”
    Elaine tilted her head. “I'm looking. And?”
    Lydia threw up her hands. “He's your age and I'm…”
    I’m old , she thought, but didn’t say. And not