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but just a little weird.
    "Wait a minute," I said. "Did you just say you've been to a few of these concerts?"
    There was that laugh again. Followed by that same look. Only this time there was something else there as well. Confusion. He was expecting me to react in some way, but I didn't know what the hell he was expecting.
    "Well yeah," he said. "I kind of follow the group around…"
    And then a light went off in my head. "Oh that's so sweet! You have a crush on one of the guys in the band or something? Do you go with your boyfriend?"
    Whatever it was he thought I was going to say it was plain from the look of confusion on his face that what I said was the last thing he expected. It was plain from the look on his face that I might as well have opened my mouth and started speaking in Sanskrit for all that he could understand what I was saying. And then he laughed that easy sexy laugh.
    "No," he said. "No boyfriend. I'm sort of unattached at the moment."
    I reached out and put my hand on his. I felt an electric shock. Damn. Why did it have to be that all the good ones were either taken or gay? Especially with the way his touch made me feel. Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly his touch. I was touching him. But whatever. Close enough.
    "I'm sorry," I said. "Was it a bad breakup?"
    He took a seat at the stool next to me and leaned against the counter. He smiled again. That mysterious smile. "You might say that."
    "Well whoever he was, he doesn't deserve you!"
    "You could say that. So I take it you're not a big fan of the band?"
    I blushed again. Damn, this guy had a way of making me blush. He had a way of making me feel like that schoolgirl going up to ask Grant for that dance. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling.
    "Am I that obvious?"
    "Well let's just say it's pretty obvious to me when somebody isn't a fan of the group."
    I sighed. "What can I say? They came along at a time when I was rebelling against anything popular. And they were the most ridiculously popular thing out there when I was in middle school."
    He blinked. "Middle school?"
    "Yeah? Why?"
    "Nothing," he said. "Just suddenly feeling kind of old."
    I laughed. "Are you serious? You don't look like you could be more than…"
    It suddenly occurred to me that this could be a sensitive subject. Still, he didn't look like he was any older than maybe his late twenties or early to mid thirties. Not much older than me at all, in the grand scheme of things. Sure a few years ago it would've been an eternity, but now that I was out in the real world my sense of scale when it came to age and relationships had adjusted. Not that I'd had much chance to put that revised scale into practice.
    "You can't be older than your mid thirties," I said.
    "Younger than that, actually," he said. "I just hit the big thirty, and let me tell you it's been hitting me pretty hard. You're making me feel my age saying you were in middle school when the band first hit."
    "You're being ridiculous. Besides, I'd kill to look as good as you when I'm getting to thirty. Most of the people I work with that age have really let themselves go."
    He arched an eyebrow. "As good as me? You really think I look that good, do you?"
    There was a mischievous twinkle to his eyes. A twinkle that would've sent a chill running down my spine if I didn't know he was interested in the gentlemen. Not that there was anything wrong with that particular choice, far from it. It was just frustrating knowing that particular choice was keeping me away from what seemed to be one hell of a catch at first glance.
    "You know what I mean," I said. "Obviously you keep in shape. Besides, I work with a lot of people your age, not that your age is that old. You're only like seven years older than me…"
    I was babbling. I needed to get control of myself. "The point I'm trying to make is you look damn good!"
    I wanted to put my hand over my mouth. Why the hell was I acting like this? I was acting exactly like that girl who'd been babbling at