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pocketbook and flings shit all over the place?” she asked. “I may or may not have seen my fair share of horrible late night TV.”
    “Oh my God,” he sat up. “So you’re some kind of rabbit-shifting... I’m gonna date myself really, really badly here, but... Ron Popeil?”
    “I don’t know if I’ve ever been called Ron Popeil, but I kinda dig it. I just wish I could figure out some way to feature spray-on bald-spot coverer on my channel. Or the blog, or the DVDs or...” suddenly, she was getting tired just thinking about it.
    “You must be busy as hell,” he said, taking a sip of his Sam Adams and not really thinking about what he was saying. It was just idle chatter, the sort that most people make and don’t even consider until someone else responds. “All those people watching. Wow.”
    She started clicking her teeth together. It was something Lexie had always done, but didn’t realize she did audibly. It might’ve been his bear hearing that clued him in, but when he started looking concerned, she cut herself off. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit any raw nerves,” he said. “I just think it’s awesome.”
    “No,” Lexie said, still trying to calm her nerves. She took a nice, long drink. “It’s not that. It’s just that I get into these black holes where all I can think of is putting out more stuff. Another video, another blog, another video, another blog. And... here I am bitching about my incredibly cushy, incredibly lucky job to a guy who really doesn’t need to listen to my bitching.”
    He just smiled in a way that told Lexie it was fine. “It’s... I’m not really one to do a lot of comparison bitching,” he said. “Truth be told, my time out in the desert was more weird than bad. I spent a lot of time in camps, trying to train people and when I wasn’t doing that, I was fixing tanks or choppers or, well, pretty much anything else they brought me to fix.”
    She let out a long sigh, which he listened to, and then stood up, taking her hand. “Listen to me,” he said, “I had a good run over there. To be honest with you though? I can’t imagine having to show up on the internet and entertain people like that. It gives me the shakes just to think about.”
    As though to emphasize his point, he tucked one of Lexie’s fallen blonde curls behind her ear. “Seriously. That’s a bigger nightmare to me than living in some barracks and never seeming to have a shower except during leave. Seriously,” he added, to make sure she understood. “And I’m not just saying this to calm you down.”
    “You calmed me down about eight seconds ago,” Lexie said. “I was just thinking about how nice your hands feel on my face.”
    She blushed deeply, slightly amazed that she’d said anything like that.
    “Good,” was his reply. Soft and gentle, just like his fingers curling against her cheeks, and then running behind her ear, down the line of her jaw. He leaned closer, whispered that he couldn’t believe he was doing anything like this, and let his lips gently brush against Lexie’s for just a second, before gripping her in a kiss that forced her head backward, against the soft give of her leather sofa.
    “If this keeps going,” she said, “we’re never going to make that minigolf date.”
    “Do you care?” another kiss sent a chill up Lexie’s back, prickling the hairs on the nape of her neck and making her arch against his body. She felt every inch of his muscled chest flex underneath his loose hanging shirt, and for a moment, had to fight herself to keep from ripping it off him. And then for a split second, she considered that maybe she should fight so much.
    Her fingernails rasped softly over the cotton shirt, and she smiled, just staring at Blake’s eyes as they glittered with a combination of mischief and something she couldn’t quite place. “How do you keep doing that with your eyes?”
    “Doing what?” Blake did it again. His eyes glittered with flecks of gold and green