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turning around that Tristan had just walked in, because
     every nerve in my body leaped to instinctual attention.
    Damn him. He wasn’t going to leave me alone. He’d gotten past my well-maintained defenses
     without breaking a sweat. He’d made love to me in an empty tavern. What more did he
     have to prove?
    He took the stool next to mine, reached casually for a menu. He’d showered, too, I
     saw out of the corner of my eye, and put on fresh clothes—Levi’s and a blue chambray
     shirt. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said, without looking my way.
    “Like it’s a surprise,” I retorted.
    Florence set my diet cola down, along with clean silverware. “That special will be
     ready in a minute, sweetie,” she told me, before turning her attention to Tristan.
     “Hey, there, handsome. You stepping out on me, all slicked up like that?” she teased.
    To my satisfaction, color pulsed in Tristan’s neck. “Would I do that to you, Flo?”
    She laughed. “Probably,” she said. “Who’s the lucky gal?”
    “You wouldn’t know her,” he replied, smooth as could be. “The meat loaf sounds good.
     I’ll have that, and a chocolate milk shake.”
    Flo glanced at me, then looked at Tristan again. Somehow, she’d connected the dots.
     She smiled broadly and went off to give the order to the fry cook.
    “How long are you going to be in town?” Tristan still wasn’t looking at me, but I
     figured he wasn’t asking the customer on the other side of him. The man had the look
     of a longtime resident.
    “As long as it takes to finalize the sale of the Bronco,” I answered, because I knew
     he wouldn’t leave me alone until I did. Tristan was a hard man to ignore. The reference
     to the tavern made me squirm, though, because I couldn’t help remembering how many
     orgasms I’d had, and how fiercely intense they’d been. I hadn’t exactly kept them
     to myself.
    “Shouldn’t be long,” he said, still staring straight ahead, as if he’d taken a deep
     interest in the milk shake machine, already churning up his order. “The other owners
     are eager to sell, and the buyer is ready to make out a check.”
    “Good,” I replied, and took a sip of my diet cola. At the moment, I wished it would
     turn into a double martini. I could have used the anesthetic effect.
    He turned his stool ever so slightly in my direction, but there was still no eye contact.
     Like everybody in the diner didn’t know we were talking. “I suppose you’ve talked
     to Bob by now,” he said.
    Bob was in my dresser drawer, under four pairs of panties. “Of course,” I said lightly.
     “Bob and I are honest with each other.”
    “Right. By now, he’s probably on his way here to punch me in the mouth.”
    “Bob isn’t that sort of man.” Bob, of course, wasn’t any sort of man.
    “I’d do it, if I were him.”
    I smiled to myself, though I was shaken, and there was that peculiar tightening in
     the pit of my stomach again. “He’s not the violent type,” I said.
    Flo set my plate of meat loaf down in front of me. Hunger had driven me to that diner,
     but now I had no appetite at all. Because I knew Tristan and everybody else in the
     place would make something of it if I paid my bill and left without taking a bite,
     I picked up my fork.
    “And I am?” Tristan asked tersely.
    “You said it yourself,” I replied, with a lightness I didn’t feel. I put a piece of
     meat loaf into my mouth, chewed and swallowed, before going on. “If you were in Bob’s
     place, you’d punch him in the mouth.”
    “What does he do for a living?”
    “I told you,” I answered smoothly. “He’s in electronics. Mostly, though, he just concentrates
     on keeping me happy.”
    “I’ll just bet he does.”
    I wanted to laugh. I ate more meat loaf instead.
    Tristan looked annoyed. His voice was an edgy whisper. “What kind of man doesn’t mind
     when somebody else boinks his woman?”
    “Bob gets a charge out of things like that,” I