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him. “Though I suspect I didn’t get far enough away. My uncle Jack can get a little…intrusive…protective. For example, he suggested I stay away from you.”
    “Me? Why? What’s wrong with me?” he asked.
    “Apparently you’re scary and dangerous,” she informed him with a sly smile.
    “What? Dangerous? Me? Who said that?”
    “It was implied,” she admitted. “I’ve been advised by the older men in my life not to get involved with you, but no one has told me exactly why. So, why?”
    He chuckled silently and shook his head. “Listen, I’m just here for a few weeks. Maybe you should stay away from me. And you look like you finished school a long time ago. You must be younger than you look.”
    “I finished college. It’s a postgrad thing. But… How old do I seem? Because you undress me with your eyes. Skillfully. And at a great distance, too.”
    He leaned toward her. “How old are you?”
    “Almost twenty-six,” she said, straightening, sitting tall.
    “How almost?” he pressed.
    She took a breath. “Twenty-three.”
    He groaned and looked down, shaking his head. “God. You’re younger than you look.”
    “So how old are you?” she asked. “Forty?”
    “Hey,” he said. “I’m thirty-three.”
    She leaned her head on her hand, elbow braced on the bar. “Had a hard few years or something?”
    “Whoa! You’re brutal!”
    But Angie was really starting to enjoy this adventurous, flirty side of herself. This was certainly new territory for her, but she suddenly had the urge to explore it. “The way you look at me should at least be considered a misdemeanor. Or a proposal, I’m not sure which. But it didn’t feel that bad and I thought maybe if we talked…”
    “What? You thought I’d ask you out on a date or something? Sweetheart, this is Virgin River. If we sit here and talk for even five more minutes, everyone in town will put us together.”
    “Let’s take a chance,” she said, amazing herself. But then, she was on a mission. She wanted to know someone who she could relate to. Who could relate to her. And it sure didn’t hurt that Patrick Riordian was smokin’ hot . “Talking isn’t against the law.”
    “What if I don’t feel like talking? You don’t want to mess around with the big bad wolf.”
    “Do you feel like listening? Because I can always talk. And we have things in common, you and I.”
    “I don’t feel like fighting off the vigilantes who’ll come down on me to protect your honor, so I think me going home right now is a better idea.”
    At that, Angie smiled so big that Patrick actually leaned back slightly. “So!” she said. “You do like me!”
    “How the hell would I know?” he barked at her. “I don’t even know you!”
    “Then why do you watch me? Stare at me? Get mad when I suggest we spend a little time talking?”
    “Because you’re a cute little sexpot, and while you might be old enough for this flirtation, I can tell you’re way too inexperienced for it, and you have a posse in town looking out for you and I don’t need any trouble! Believe me, I have enough trouble!”
    She glanced down at herself. Old jeans with a torn knee, a pair of battered cowboy boots that she’d been attached to for years, khaki canvas jacket and an oversize white sweater—and no makeup.... She looked up at him and laughed. “Sexpot? Jesus! Are you serious?”
    He pursed his lips and put his hands in his jacket pockets. “Serious,” he hissed.
    “Well, holy shit, if this gets your motor running, I’m not going anywhere! ”
    “Angie…”
    “You should see me when I get dressed up! I can look damn good.”
    “Angie…”
    “Patrick,” she mimicked.
    Suddenly Brie was standing on the inside of the bar holding the coffeepot. She wordlessly refilled their cups without making eye contact and disappeared back to her table. Angie knew they were talking about her. She knew it and didn’t care.
    “I have an idea,” Angie said. “Let’s just have a cup