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waitress tweaked his nose, gave me a wink, and walked away.
                When she was gone from view, I giggled and said, “Wow!  That was quite a proposition you just got.  Does that happen to you a lot?”
                Nick was still blushing, but a big grin lit up his face.  “That was a bit much for me.”
                I laughed at him.  “I think that if you play your cards right, you could have one hell of a night with that hot dish bringing our drinks over.”
                Nick shook his head and laughed.
                “Did you get a chance to think about what you might want?” the waitress asked when she set our drinks down on the table. 
                I grinned across the table at Nick, who was trying very hard not to blush again.  To save him, I ordered my lunch.  “I think I’d like to have the Caesar Salad, please.”
                She turned and gave me a smile.  “That’s a good choice.  I make the dressing myself.  It’s one of my favorites.”  She turned her attention back to Nick.  “What about you, sexy?  Decided what you want yet?”
                Clearly flustered, but trying hard to ignore her, Nick submitted his lunch order, “I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger, no onions, and extra pickles.”
                “Are you going to want fries with that?” she asked with a hint of sass.
                Nick nodded and handed her the menus from the table.  She grinned at him and left us alone at the table again. 
                I suppressed the laugh that was building up inside me and said, “I have to say, I’m surprised.  I never really pictured you as the shy type.”
                He shook his head, “That woman frightens me.  I think she might be serious about her advances.”
                “She seems harmless enough to me.”  I grinned at him.
                “Can we talk about something else, please?” he begged then reached for his sweet tea.  I watched him take a drink and look out of the corner of his eye for the waitress. 
                I grinned, “Fine.  You asked me all kinds of questions about my life on the ride over here, so now it’s your turn.”
                He raised an eyebrow at me. 
                “Tell me about your family.” I started with what I thought was a simple question.
                “I’d rather not,” he replied sharply.
                If the tone of his voice hadn’t been enough to deter me from the topic, the look on his face definitely did the trick. 
                After what felt like forever, he sighed.  “I didn’t mean to snap at you.  I didn’t grow up in a family like yours, so I’d really rather not talk about it.”
                I nodded and took a sip of my tea. 
                He sighed loudly.  “I live by myself in a big apartment.  The last girl I dated was named Cheyenne.  She was twenty-two, had a fabulous set of fake breasts, but not much in the way of brains.  We dated for three months before I couldn’t take it anymore and dumped her.”  He spit out facts about himself quickly, hardly giving me the chance to digest it all. 
                He took a quick breath then continued, “I’ve never lived with a woman I was dating.  I’ve never had a heart-wrenching break up and I’m not particularly clumsy so I’ve never ruined anyone’s paint job, toes, or flower bed.”
                I smiled at him, “Well, thanks for the information.  I feel like I know you so much better now.”
                “What else would you like to know, Cami?”  He was obviously trying to make up for the harsh tone from earlier.
                I took a deep breath then smiled coyly at him.  “So you’re a breast man,