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slowly, a thoughtful look on her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone explain it quite so well,” she said.
    Dave’s heart soared with pleasure. “When I said that I liked nudes, I was thinking of sculpture — especially Michelangelo. I love the lines in his bodies, and the vitality. Like when you look at David and half expect him to pivot and pick up another stone for his sling. To be able to create that from a chunk of stone — God, that’s genius.”
    She was smiling at him now. Smiling and nodding. “I think you’ve got that right.”
    Then Todd O’Connor returned and captured Denise’s attention with some sort of inane remark about tan lines, and Dave’s private talk with Denise came to an end. But Dave didn’t really mind. He had not only held his own in a conversation with Denise Johnson, but he had actually impressed her. Life was very good indeed.
    Todd suddenly glanced at his watch and frowned. “Hey, Neesie, it’s two-thirty.”
    Pushing her sunglasses up, Denise frowned. “Already? Shit.”
    Todd nodded. “We need to head back now if we’re going to make it back in time.”
    “You’re leaving?” Dave asked stupidly.
    Denise nodded as she began to pack up her beach bag. “Todd and I are on the air at four o’clock. That’s why he took his car instead of riding the bus.” She reached for her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, then accepted Todd’s offer of a hand to pull her to her feet.
    “Make sure you say hi to us when you’re on the air,” Presley told her.
    Denise smiled but made no reply as she brushed off her bottom and pulled on her shorts over her bathing suit.
    “You’ll bring that blanket back to the station for me at the end of the day, wouldn’t you Pres?” Todd asked as he pulled his own shirt on over his head.
    “You can get it at my desk any time,” she promised.
    “You’re a peach,” he told her.
    Denise stuffed her sunscreen and towel into her beach bag and smiled at Presley. “I’ll call you when I get off my shift,” she told her. Then, “It was nice talking to you, Dave.”
    “Same here,” he said numbly.
    Dave watched in despair as the tall blond Greek god slipped his arm around the waist of the girl of Dave’s dreams as they walked off along together into the direction that would be the sunset in just a few hours.
    Dave really hated the beach.

Chapter Seven: Peanuts and Cracker Jacks
    “I’m not sure that reading these things is really going to help,” Dave admitted on their third meeting.
    “Too bad they don’t have those little books like they’ve got in college where it just tells you what happened in each chapter and sums up the key points,” Kirk said.
    “Or that they never discussed romance books on Oprah ,” Dave agreed. “I’d love to hear women discuss one of these things some time.”
    “They aren’t that bad,” Ghoulie remarked. “At least, I think I can see what women see in some of them.”
    There was a long pause while they waited, but the follow up was not forth coming. Finally Dave prompted, “Well?”
    “Besides the really mind-blowing sex,” Ghoulie said, “all these guys are like Superman. They win every fight, they’re easy on the eyes, and they always make sure that the woman comes before they take their own pleasure.”
    “Take their own pleasure?” Kirk crowed. “You make it sound like they’re going for a Sunday drive.”
    “But it’s true. They always make sure the women come — sometimes three or four times at a shot before they come themselves.” He shook his head. “Shelby would probably love that.”
    “Let’s leave sex out of it for now,” Dave said. “I have to get her to at least notice I’m alive before I have to worry about bringing her to wild, unbridled rapture.”
    “Superman,” Ghoulie repeated. “Doesn’t everyone secretly want a hero? It’s here in all the books we’ve read so far. The woman goes for the sheriff, the patriot, the spy, the sea captain. Women