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come clean.
    Nice and terrifying.
    “Matchmaking. Didn’t you know?”
    Nope, not ready to be honest yet. Not the absolute truth. “No, but it fits. My cousin was very interested that we met.”
    Marc draped his arm across the back of the bench so that his fingertips just brushed her sleeve. “I’m not surprised if Angela is in on it, too. Regardless, I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
    Other than the tension in her chest that kept her from breathing properly, no pressure. “Not really. Nervous as hell, but not pressured.”
    He cocked his head. “Why nervous?”
    “Because my taste in men is suspect.” Gah, hadn’t she just told herself she wasn’t ready for the truth? It was too soon.
    “Fair enough. My taste in women is suspect enough that my friends felt the need to fix me up with you.” He shifted and the tips of his fingers brushed against her skin. Since she wasn’t electrocuted on the spot, she decided she liked the sensation.
    She shifted closer. Half an inch, but enough to get decent contact. He kept his gaze fixed on hers without moving. His fingers were calloused at the tips. The sensation of the calluses scraping across her skin ever so slightly with his pulse made it even harder to breath. No wonder he was famous. She was about to hyperventilate and pass out just from the tips of three of his fingers brushing her shoulder.
    “Still nervous?”
    “Little bit. You?” She started to see spots as her anoxia set in.
    His lips curled. “Terrified.”
    * * * *
    Marc glanced at the living room clock. Twelve o’clock. He could go get Alex. They had sat in the town square talking until midnight. She was great. Just amazing. Fun to talk to. The best part was that all they did was talk. When the town hall clock started chiming midnight, she swore and said she had to be up early to open at the diner. He had walked her back to her cousin’s Craftsman style bungalow where she went up onto the porch, gave him a little wave, and let herself in. No skipping the introductions to suck face like most of the other women he’d met. No implying that he should take her home as soon as possible and give her the lifestyle she had always wanted to become accustomed to. What was important to her was her job and the commitments she’d made. She hadn’t talked much about school, but that had to be important, too. She was getting a master’s degree. People didn’t do that without good reason. She’d left him wanting more, and since midnight, that want had been building.
    He put aside his e-reader. Suzi’s latest book had appeared in his e-mail this morning right before a message from Brian crowing that the new book was out. It was certainly putting him in the right mindset to see more of Alex. As he tied his shoes, his phone rang. He had to limp over to the table one shoe on and one shoe off, which reminded him of Alex’s bare feet last night.
    “Yeah?”
    “You get my e-mail?” Jason demanded.
    “E-mail? I haven’t been online since first thing this morning.”
    “First thing? What time did you get up? It’s only nine.”
    Marc pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind to deal with Jason. The man owned houses on both coasts and never took time zones into account. “No, what is it about?”
    “I came up with a new riff last night. Woke up with it running around my head.”
    Super.
    “I recorded it on the computer and sent it to you, but I’ve been thinking about it since I sent it, and I’ve got more. You want me to send you that, too?”
    Marc checked at the clock. He was supposed to be driving down the mountain to see Alex, not listening to Jason be brilliant. But in the twenty-five years he’d known Jason, the other man hadn’t matured more than a few minutes, so brushing him off wasn’t going to work. “Hold on and let me pull up what you’ve already got.” Marc glanced at the clock again. Alex awaited.
    But Jason would not be put off.
    “What do you think of