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women. Women who knew what they wanted, women who asserted their rights, women who demanded to be satisfied in bed. Now that was sexy.
    His lashes dropped, eyes half closing.
    He really did like older women, not because of her age, but because of her attitude. Women in their thirties and early forties were interesting, confident, and open-minded. When he dated older women he discovered that they weren’t obsessing over little things, but focusing on a big picture. It made sense to him. He never understood why a woman would get caught up in what he thought of her , when she should be focusing on how she felt.
    Was she happy in the relationship? Was she getting her needs met? Why make it about him?
    A thunk sounded on the table and Dillon opened his eyes. A bottle of Advil stood next to his coffee cup. And then a tall glass of water appeared next to the Advil.
    He looked up.
    Paige smiled faintly. “Wash three down with the entire glass of water. I’ve got some toast coming. Eat that. You’ll soon feel better.”
    The corner of his mouth tugged. “Thanks, Doc.”
    “Just Doc? Not Beautiful? Or is last night a tad hazy?”
    “Not when it comes to you.”
    Her eyebrows arched, dubious.
    He shrugged, rising to the challenge. “I can repeat the compliments, if you’d like—”
    “Not necessary.”
    “I remember every word I said and regret nothing.”
    Pink color washed through her cheeks. “You’ll be all right to bartend tonight?”
    “I could bartend right now if I had to, and I’ve never missed work due to a hangover.”
    She gave him a long thoughtful look from beneath her thick black lashes, lashes other women acquired by gluing on additional lashes, but hers were natural. He knew because he’d checked them out last night.
    “You really should have been part of the auction,” she said. “A lot of women would pay big money for someone like you.” And then she was off again, returning to the kitchen to get orders out to the customers.
    Dillon was drumming his fingers on the table when Flo swung by his table a few minutes later. “Your breakfast date just cancelled,” she told him. “He said he’d tried to call you a couple times on your cell, but the call would just go straight through to your voice mail so he phoned here hoping someone could tell you. I think he wants you to call him and try to reschedule.”
    So that was that, Dillon thought, reaching for his wallet after Flo walked away. He’d dragged himself from bed for nothing.
    Then he caught sight of Paige, wiping a table down and resetting the silverware. She was talking to one of the old guys at the table in the corner and laughing, her laugh warm and infectious, bright like sunshine.
    Maybe it wasn’t a total waste. He’d gotten to see Paige. That was something.

    P aige saw Dillon rise from his table, and peel bills from his wallet. At 6’4 he pretty much towered over everyone in the diner. And then he was jamming his black felt hat on his head and buttoning up his heavy sheepskin jacket and heading out.
    She allowed herself five second to watch him walk—five seconds to admire a man that was all man and so unbelievably hot he made her eyes hurt—before moving to the next empty table to gather the dirty dishes there. She was just stacking plates when Flo appeared with a dish bin.
    “Don’t be fooled by his sexy-I-don’t-give-a-damn smile,” Flo said. “He’s not lazy and he’s not stupid.”
    “Who?” Paige asked, lifting her head, feigning ignorance.
    “You know who. And don’t think we haven’t noticed how you go out of your way to avoid him, even though once he’s here, you can’t take your eyes off him.”
    “I have no idea who—or what—you’re talking about.”
    Flo rolled her eyes. “Then why are you blushing?”
    Paige put a hand up to her cheeks, and pressed cool fingers to her hot face. She did feel flushed, and she wished she could pretend it wasn’t because of Dillon, that she had no interest in him, but