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kick his ass.”
    “I’ll pass on the message.” Anna smiled. At least her dad was taking interest, albeit in a Neanderthal kind of way. Maybe it was true. Maybe he
was
making progress. And maybe Anna could take some of the credit for his change. Maybe by standing her ground, she was finally teaching people to treat her the way she deserved to be treated.
    Maybe
this whole L.A. experiment was beginning to work.

Big Al’s
    D
on’t blow it
, Adam told himself for perhaps the six zillionth time in the last forty-five minutes. He of the “Ben Stiller good looks” was feeling pretty fine with his new buzz cut and the way it showed off the tiny blue star tattoo behind his left ear. His good sense of humor and low-key style had its own unique appeal with the ladies, and his point-guard physique was becoming more sculpted each day. Adam Flood flew on everyone’s radar. There wasn’t an unkind word to be said about him. But still, Anna Percy was like no other girl Adam had ever encountered.
    When he’d met her at the Friends of Sam Sharpe table at Jackson Sharpe’s wedding, he’d been knocked out by her fresh, natural beauty. Who wouldn’t have been? Sure, she’d come with Ben Birnbaum. But during the course of the evening he and Anna had spent enough time talking for Adam to realize that Ben was one lucky guy. Always had been, always would be.
    Adam smiled. What a difference three days could make. Now he was on his way to pick up Anna, and Ben Birnbaum was nowhere in sight. Even better, Anna had told him that she had no romantic interest in Ben at all. Adam had a hard time believing that—he’d seen how Anna had gazed at Ben at the wedding. But still, facts were facts. He was about to spend the evening with her, and Ben was out of the picture.
    Driving his mom’s Saturn, he picked Anna up at her father’s house—she still managed to look regal in old Levi’s, sneakers, and a Trinity sweatshirt—and then fought the late afternoon traffic on Sunset Boulevard, through Santa Monica and the mountainous Pacific Palisades, out to where it merged into the Pacific Coast Highway. A drive up the PCH was an event in itself. Set off a cliff lining the edge of the gorgeous white beach, melting into the endless blue ocean, with the bright yellow sun beating against the cloudless sky, there was nothing quite like it.
    Adam pulled into Gladstone’s parking lot. They bypassed the shivering tourists with their drinks on the boardwalk-size deck and led Bowser down to the floodlit beach. Together they stood in the sand, looking at the ocean as Bowser ran happy circles around them. And now that Adam was ordering him back in the car, he was showing an unusual amount of resistance.
    “Down, Bowser!” Adam instructed as the king-size mutt ran in excited circles around Anna, periodically jumping up to lick at her face. “He seems to have turned selectively deaf. But I think he’s in love with you.”
    “Yes, I love you too, Bowser,” she said, backing away from the dog. “Now,
sit!
”
    The dog sat.
    “Impressive,” Adam admitted. “Maybe you’d better be the one to tell him to get in the car.”
    She did. Bowser obeyed instantly, sprawling across the backseat and staring up at Anna with pure love in his eyes.
    “Maybe you need to be his full-time trainer,” Adam told Anna.
    “I suspect that your Bowser is a bit of a con artist. I’d check the bathroom mirror for paw prints if I were you.”
    Adam grinned. Was this girl great or what? “Hey, you hungry?”
    “Yes, actually.”
    “There’s a little burger shack up toward Malibu where we can eat out on a patio overlooking the ocean.” He motioned to the throng at Gladstone’s that was spilling into the parking lot. “I promise, no tourists.”
    “That sounds great.” Anna looked down at the dog. “You want a burger, don’t you, Bowser?”
    Twenty minutes later, after a reasonably swift drive up the Pacific Coast Highway, Adam turned the Saturn into a small