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most often, not that he ever showed more than a passing familiarity with her. She wasn’t in that often. “If he orders me another one of these, ignore him, please?”
    Tom clasped his hands in front of his white lap apron and smiled. “Of course. Your food should be out shortly.”
    Paige and Dexx bantered back and forth over the issue of sexism in the world. The conversation got a little hot when politics were thrown in the mix.
    Dexx held up his hands. “I surrender. Also, I’m on your side. Your eggs. Your uterus. Your vagina. Your business. I get it.”
    Releasing her frustration, Paige chuckled. “Sorry. I haven’t had anyone to discuss any of this with.”
    “Politics?”
    “As in the last thing anyone talks about with friends or family…if you want everyone to remain alive?”
    “Oh, right.” He glanced up as Tom arrived with their meals. “Thanks, man.”
    “Is there anything else?” Tom asked.
    Paige shook her head. She took a bite of her mushroom ravioli. Sure. She could have gone a little wilder, lived a tad more dangerously. She could have order the baked rustica. It was delicious, but something about the dark mushrooms and the sharp yet mild cheese sauce tangled with the soft, almost chewy pasta exterior beckoned to her like a lover.
    Dexx’s eyebrows rose as he watched her. “Maybe I should have gotten that. Or ordered a room for you and your plate.”
    The tips of her ears burned. “You’re right. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to just relax. This was a good idea. Thank you.”
    He nodded with a half-smile. “What do you think about cars?”
    She pulled a thoughtful expression, trying to concentrate on something other than the food-gasm in her mouth. “I like it when they’re running. They make getting to work very convenient.”
    “I was thinking of catching the Fast and the Furious .”
    “Oh, you meant sexy, pretty, yummy cars that appear on screen just long enough for you to drool over them and lust for them before they’re irrevocably destroyed.”
    Dexx blinked in surprise. “So, you’re a dictionary drunk.” The corners of his lips turned down as he nodded. “Good to know. Good to know.”
    “I’m not drunk.” Though, she could feel the wine loosening up her muscles and her mind a little. Also, her nerves. In a good way. The way his lips curved up when he made a face. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges when he laughed. The caress of his voice when he spoke.
    His word choice. His topic choice. His lack of manners.
    She was finally turned on.
    Her arms tingled. Her nipple awakened. Her skin came alive.
    And all he’d really done was talk. Well, he’d talked her out of a bad mood. That was pretty amazing.
    “Get up and go to the bathroom if you’re not drunk.”
    She knew that as long as she remained seated, she’d be fine. She’d had two glasses of red wine on an empty stomach. She hadn’t had so much to drink in a long while. “Shut up.”
    He turned his head to the side and met his shoulder to his chin with an angelic smile before returning to his meal.
    “What did you get again?”
    “The lobster carb of aura.”
    She cringed from the pain of his word butchering. “The carbonara?”
    “Yeah. That.” He pointed to her with a snap of his fingers. “It has bacon. Bacon makes everything better.”
    “Your style and class continually amazes me.”
    “Oh, good. I was worried. Does this shirt bring out my fabulous pecs?” He set his fork down and flexed his chest muscles. “That’s what I was going for.”
    Truth of the matter was, he could wear a potato sack and make it look sexy. “You did good.”
    “Excellent. Want to try mine?”
    She had never done something so intimate. Not even with Leah’s father. She blinked, waiting for the pain of his memory, but there was nothing. Just a distant memory of good times and the feel of loss when he’d been killed by a drunk driver. She could really be moving on. Interesting.
    When she looked