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commission.”
    “Well, for a moment or two, but…” He looked at her, trying to see her eyes behind the thick lenses. “I mean, you didn’t damage me for life. ”
    She shook her head. “It’s probably like a party balloon. Once popped, the air is gone.”
    He straightened. “Sister, there is nothing wrong with my party balloon! I am the life of the party when I want to be. That’s when I want to be, and I just don’t want to be. With…you know…you.”
    She looked at him. “Why not?”
    He wasn’t sure he heard her right. “Are you propositioning me?”
    “I might be.” She put her hands on her hips and a mulish expression on her face. “Scared?”
    “Well, I’m not sure.” He rubbed his chin. “It’s just that you don’t strike me as the kind of girl for casual charades.”
    “Well, maybe I am.” She turned toward Marvella’s. “You’re not allowed to come in here unless you’re a client,” she said. “Good night, Archer.”
    There was definitely air in his party balloon, Archer realized. He liked her straightforward approach. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Let’s talk about this some more.”
    “No, thank you,” she said. “I’ve discovered you’re full of nothing but hot air, and I want a man who can have fun and then go home after the party is over.”
    “Isn’t that supposed to be my line? I want a woman who goes home after the party?”
    “If you had known your lines,” Clover said, “you’d be getting a party favor right now. Good night.”
    She closed the door in his face.
    His jaw dropped.
    That crazy girl! She’d kicked him. She’d made his wounded soldier rise to the battlefield with all that talk about sex—sex with her—and then she’d shut the door on him.
    The only door in town he shouldn’t touch.
     
    “D AMN ,” B ANDERA SAID a couple seconds later, walking out the door to find his brother still standing there, hands on hips.
    “Damn is right,” Archer agreed. “What did Clover do once she went inside?”
    Bandera laughed. “She went upstairs. You don’t have the hots for her, do you?”
    “No. I just hate to see a nice girl like her staying in a place like this.”
    Bandera shrugged. “She seems pretty confident.”
    “She does not! She needs direction.”
    “Dude, are you ever ignorant.” Bandera stared up at the windows. “Never tell a woman she needs direction. You’ll get a swift kick.”
    “I know.” Archer sighed. “I already did, and strangely, I found it compelling.”
    “I can’t worry about your love life.”
    “It has nothing to do with love. Merely concern for a stranger in town.”
    “That’s what I’m concerned about, too.”
    “Your bar-stool lady not interested?”
    “Not available,” Bandera said. “She’s not cutting hair or taking customers, according to the receptionist.”
    “Interesting. And too bad, as well.”
    “Yeah. Not too many women take a man’s breath away like that one.”
    “Yeah.” But Archer was still worrying about Clover. “That crazy Clover girl doesn’t belong here. She should be at Delilah’s.”
    “You may have figured her wrong,” Bandera said. “She might be the kind of lady who can take care of herself.”
    “Yeah. I guess. Okay, I should git then.”
    Clover’s exit to Marvella’s still didn’t seem right.
    “Well, come on, then,” Bandera said impatiently. “We don’t need to hold down the porch all night.”
    “I know.” Archer frowned.
    “Look, if she puts the sizzle on your griddle, then go inside and talk to her. But if you’re just being misguided and friendly, forget about it and let’s get some shut-eye. She’s fine.”
    “I think she wanted to sleep with me,” Archer said.
    Bandera laughed. “That shy, quiet girl? Nah. Besides, she’s not your type.”
    “I changed my mind. I don’t have a type,” Archer said. “I have many types, as long as they don’t come looking for a ring.”
    “You misread her,” Bandera said. “Remember how we used