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What’s say we go over there and listen to some music, and continue this conversation?” Blaze asked, still a little embarrassed from his verbal faux pax.  Lynette looked at Clare for agreement.  She nodded in the affirmative.  What could it hurt they both thought to themselves.  Besides, it really was nice having dinner with these two men.  A treat they’d never anticipated.
     
    While the gentlemen paid the bill, the girls freshened up in the ladies room which was just past the entrance foyer.
    “I’m picking up some serious vibes between you and Aaron,” Lynette teased Clare.  “I think he really likes you.”
    “Like Blaze wouldn’t scoop you up and carry you off to your mountain if you gave him half a chance,” Clare retorted.
    “Oww,” Lynette moaned with delight.  “I suspect he could take me to the mountaintop with the way his jeans fit, if you know what I mean,” she added with a clearly vulgar smirk, winking in the mirror at Clare.  She looked again into the mirror at the face that looked back at her.  There was a warm flush to her skin and she realized what an effect Blaze’s attention had on her.  Her eyes sparkled as they always did when she was happy.  She wondered what it would feel like to be really close to him.  She also wondered why this man – this man – of all the men she came daily in contact with, made the stirrings of passion rise to the surface in a way that was pleasurable, yet disconcerting.
     
    The guys had come in Aaron’s pick up truck, so the girls agreed it would only make sense if they followed them in Lynette’s car.  Anyway, if the evening didn’t work out they could always excuse themselves and leave in their own vehicle.  The Hills Cafe was just up the street in the upper part of Midtown. That was another thing Lynette liked about Crystal Bend; everything was close.  A person didn’t have to drive forty-five minutes to go 10 miles, like in Austin.
     
    There was plenty of parking at the Hills Cafe, a local night spot, and the DJ’s music was blaring with an incredibly loud BB King number.  “ The thrill is gone…the thrill is gone a-a-away…,” BB moaned through the loudspeaker outside.  Lynette picked up the song, repeating and singing the lyrics, as Blaze held her car door open, “ the thrill is gone…the thrill is gone…,” she sang.
    “Maybe it’s just starting,” he said, almost inaudibly, as he took her hand and helped her from the car.  The comment was intended only for her, and she heard it.  She definitely heard it.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                                                          C HAPTER 2
     
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    The Dance
     
     
    I n most places the Hills Café would be considered nothing more than a dive.  It was a restaurant, biker bar on occasion, and the food was considered pretty good, if all a person wanted was a burger, fries and maybe some tongue-searing chili.  But it had a dance floor, a reputable disc jockey who came up on occasion from Albuquerque, and it was the only venue in town that played music for the late night crowd.  The lighting was bad, the furniture old, the ventilation system needed an overhaul, yet the local populace flocked to its huge wood planked-floor because it was somewhere they could dance without being all gussied up.
     
    The DJ changed the mood from Blues to Country ‘n Western.  A slow number by Brooks and Dunn released its pacifying sound from the loud speakers.  Blaze turned his head slightly and looked at Lynette.  He was forming a question and wondering if he’d like the answer.
    “Would you like to dance?” he asked her politely.
    “Ahh…,” she said almost in a whisper, exhaling the word.  “I’m not a very good dancer, and…”
    He cut her off in mid-explanation as he reached over and gently took her hand.
    “Come on,” he said with a reassuring kindness.
    She