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It was a long time ago.”

      “When?”

      “When I was in college at UCLA.”

      “Oh, when did you graduate?”

      “3 years ago.”

      Gunn chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You realize I graduated a lot longer than that.”

      “Are you hung up on my age?” Kim asked.

      “Well, yes.”

      “If it makes you feel any better, the guy that didn’t tell me that he was married was actually 45.”

      “Oh. How long ago was that?”

      “About 3 years ago.”

      Don bobbed his head, taking another sip of his drink.

      “Don’t think that guys my age are so great. For example” - here, she took another sip of her drink - “I went out with this guy about 2 weeks ago. Went to a movie. Guy flick. The Expendables. Like I would be interested in that.”

      “I could think of better movies.”

      “After the movie, he sees some guy looking at me and the next thing you know, he starts a fight with him.”

      “Guess he was jealous.”

      “Would you start a fight over it.”

      “Well, no.”

      “I mean, sure, guys look at me all the time but if I’m with you, then you’ll pick a fight every night with someone.”

      “I guess.”

      “I mean, I’m sure your wife was pretty?”

      Gunn smiled. “Yes, she was.”

      “Did guys always look at her?”

      “I guess I tried not to notice. Usually, I was looking at her.”

      “See.”

      “I guess I get the point.”

      “Mind if I asked how she died?”

      “Car accident.”

      “I’m sorry.”

      “It’s okay.”

      She licked her lips, taking another sip of her drink. “You probably don’t even want to talk about it?”

      “Nope, not really.”

      “Okay, let’s change the subject.”

      “Not sure what to change it to.” He glanced at his watch, saw it was after 5:00.”

      “Getting late for you?”

      He shrugged his shoulders, grinned. “Didn’t mean to look at it.”

      “So, what were your plans for the evening?”

      “Oh, I don’t know,” he replied, looking at her dark eyes. “Go home, have some Italian food for dinner. Watch the Phillies game.”

      “Not very exciting.”

      “How about you?”

      “Thinking about going to Grizzlies for dinner and then have some drinks.”

      “Not familiar with that place.”

      “It’s down by the docks. Wanna come with me?”

      He raised his eyebrows out of surprise. “Never thought I’d see the day when a woman asked me out.”

      “Come on, that’s not true. You’re a good looking guy.”

      He put his hands on his knees and narrowed his eyes. “I think I’m nearly twice your age.”

      “Doesn’t bother me. Remember, I went out with a Professor at UCLA that was older than you.”

      “What did he teach?”

      “History.”

      “I’m not sure what to say.”

      “Usually, the answer is okay, let’s go,” she replied, tugging his hand as she stood up. “It will probably take us about 45 minutes to get there from here.”

      “You don’t have a car?”

      “I do but I took the bus here. Not big on driving.”

      “Okay. Let’s go.”

      Chapter 3

      The ride to Grizzlies nearly took an hour, ending with a ride down to the last exit of Interstate 95 which was about 3 miles. He looked over at Kim as he pulled into the dirt lot, her smile never leaving her face as she sung along to Lady Gaga. What am I doing here? Gunn asked himself. She listens to music I’m not the least bit interested in. Talks about TV shows like the Jersey Shore, Desperate Housewives, and the Real Housewives of Atlanta.

      “Did you see Jennifer’s Body?”

      “Jennifer’s Body?” Gunn asked.

      “That was such a great movie. Megan Fox was in it.”

      “Must have missed that one.”

      Gunn debated about letting Kim go in by herself, turned and looked at her again, lost the debate.

      “Are we going?” she asked.

      “Sure.” He stepped out of the car, shut the door. Kim shut her door, came around his side and put her arm inside Gunn’s arm. “I”m really glad you came with me.”

      Her arm felt like an electric jolt that went through his body. He smelled her perfume for the first time and tingled all over.

      They walked together, their shoes crunching the pebbles below their feet. “What kind of place is this?” Gunn asked.

      “Kind of like a pub?” Kim answered.

      “Oh. You come here a lot?”

      “Oh yeah. I like places like this.”

      “Really. I thought you would like the clubs better.”

      “I don’t know. Kind of bored with the clubs.”

      “Really.”

      “You’re still surprised that I invited you here, aren’t you?”

      “I guess.”

      She stopped and looked at Gunn. “Don, you have to lighten up.”

      “You want to know the truth?”

      “Yes.”

      “I haven’t been with another woman since my wife died.”

      “I think I already knew that,” she said, rubbing his cheek with the palm of her hand. “It’s okay. I understand. Look, let’s take things slowly. I’d really like to get to know you better. Okay.”

      Gunn smiled, feeling more stunned by the minute. Was she after something? he asked himself. He didn’t understand this at all.

      “Okay.”

      “Good,” she said, taking his arm again. “Let’s go.”

      They reached the door and the bouncer was there, ready to greet them. Kimmy. I thought it was you.”

      “Hey Wes,” Kim replied, mussing Wes’s hair with her right hand.

      “Who’s the lucky guy?” His voice was low, loaded with menace.

      “Don, this is Wes.”

      “Hey Wes.”

      Wes was much taller than Gunn, about 6-3, with red hair that fell over his ears, and beneath that an eight inch scar on his forehead and beneath that, small eyebrows and dark eyes, and beneath that, a pug

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