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would be why were you hunkered down under the table drooling over Kemosabe?”
    I frown at her. “That’s tacky don’t you think?”
    “I’m sixty years old and crazy; I can do tacky if I want,” she snorts at me.
    I can’t really argue with her there. Like pregnant women, old, crazy ladies pretty much get a free pass on crassness and eccentricity.
    “So come on,” she pats the chair that I had so quickly vacated, “tell Candy all about it.”
    I roll my eyes. “He just took me off guard, that’s all,” I lie smoothly.
    Candy isn’t buying it. “He was hot, just admit it. Hot and he got you bothered.”
    I cringe. “Candy, you calling a guy young enough to be your grandson hot is just not right.”
    “Psht,” she flips her hand at me. “I’m old, not blind or dead. Besides, I didn’t say I wanted to jump his exotic bones.”
    I groan as I bang my head against the table. “Where do you learn these terms? I mean it’s not normal for someone your age to blurt out crap like that.”
    “Did you just use the term normal in a sentence describing me?” She raises her brow surprisingly at me.
    I laugh. “Good point.”
    “So, are you going to tell me why Pocahontas’ brother had you running for the hills?”
    “There is something wrong with you, you know that, right?”
    She smiles at me. “That’s what the voices in my head keep telling me. Now spill it.”
    I know she isn’t going to relent until I tell her something, so I decide to surrender.
    “I don’t really know, just that when he walked into the room, I immediately knew something was different about him. I’ve never been drawn to a guy before, but I was definitely drawn to him.”
    Candy tapped her chin with one of her long fingers. “Hmm, so it was lust at first sight?”
    I grin at her. “I will admit he was pretty hot.”
    She scoffs. “That’s like saying the Grand Canyon is kind of deep.”
    “Once again, you basically saying a teenage guys is eye candy, is really creeping me out.”
    “If that’s the creepiest thing you ever hear from me then consider yourself lucky,” she winks wickedly.
    “I mean, yes, I noticed that he was good looking, but that wasn’t it,” I try to explain. “It’s like he was one pole of a magnet and I’m the opposite and I’m drawn to him. It sort of freaked me out and I went into fight or flight mode.”
    “Ahh,” she says with a single brow raised. “So you are a runner?”
    “Well did you want me to walk up to him and smack him in the face?” I ask her.
    “With your lips?” she laughs.
    I shake my head at her with a chuckle. Just the picture of me going up to him and kissing a perfe ct stranger, albeit a mega–hot stranger, and seeing the shocked look on his face was rather hilarious.
    “Well I’m sure he’ll be back for another visit soon. Are you going to run and hide every time you see our new little fascination?”
    I blow air out of my mouth and my cheeks puff up. “It’s a distinct possibility.”
    “Not on my watch,” Candy stands up and grabs my hand pulling me to my feet. “Knowledge is power, my little protégé. Maybe if you know a little something about our new toy then you won’t feel the need to hide.”
    “Did you seriously just call him a toy?” I ask incredulously.
    “No,” she says as she tugs me towards the entrance of the rec ro om. “I called him our new toy.”
    “Have you ever considered that maybe you need therapy,” I tease.
    “That’s what they tell me, and by they, I mean the entire medical community and a Judge.” Candy cackles as we walk down the hall―well she walks while she drags me behind her.
     
    “Hey Mildew,” Candy slaps her hand down on the counter of the front desk but Mildred is so used to her antics that she doesn’t even flinch at the movement or the deliberate slip of her name.
    “What can I do for you Candace?” Mildred’s voic e is dry and though she usually smiles sweetly at everyone, she is looking at Candy with