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had to be so mean about this. He could have been a terrific patron to the museum.”
    â€œWhat?” Sheri said, paying attention again.
    â€œHe has money and power.”
    â€œI guess,” Sheri said.
    â€œNo, really. He’s professional, intelligent and he looks like he can get things done. Besides that, the brother is fine.”
    â€œWhat do his looks have to do with anything?”
    â€œNothing, I just like looking at him,” Genie said, and giggled.
    â€œI’ll chalk that up to youth.”
    â€œOh, come on. You know he’s gorgeous.”
    â€œHe’s all right,” Sheri said nonchalantly.
    â€œI saw his picture in the newspaper a couple of times, so I kinda knew who he was when he stood up and started talking. But I seriously didn’t think he was going to be that gorgeous in person. He’s like a walking wet dream. Dark, sultry bedroom eyes and a strong, muscular build. He’s the perfectmale specimen. And I really liked that rugged, half-shaven look on him. What do you think?”
    â€œI wasn’t paying much attention,” Sheri said dismissively.
    Genie looked over at her. “Oh, please, who are you trying to fool? Tall, dark, handsome, a great physique and he’s rich. That’s like the Mega Millions of single guys these days. How in the world were you not paying attention? When a man looks like that, everybody pays attention. And you were right up in the man’s face.”
    â€œYes, and if you remember correctly we weren’t exactly chatting. We were right in the middle of a heated argument.”
    â€œHeated is the operative word. And if the look in his eyes was any indication, you two had some serious heat going on. As a matter of fact, when that backhoe was turned on and you were right up there in his face, I would have sworn you two were about to do something other than argue.”
    â€œWhat do you mean, do something other than argue?”
    â€œDo I have to spell it out?” Genie asked rhetorically. Sheri’s expression didn’t change. “Fine, it looked like you two were about to jump each other’s bones and get busy right there.”
    â€œWhat? Oh, no, you did not just say that,” Sheri countered. “Uh-uh, no way.”
    â€œI don’t know. Passion works in strange ways.And you two had some serious heat going on up there.”
    â€œPassion is not that strange, and the heat was certainly not mine,” Sheri assured her.
    â€œStill, I guess if all else fails you’ll at least get close to him.”
    â€œAnd then what?”
    â€œDuh, Sheri, has it been that long? Use your feminine wiles. Seduce the man. Do a little give-and-take.”
    Sheri laughed out loud. “No, I don’t think so,” she said.
    â€œWhy not?” Genie asked.
    â€œBecause it would be demeaning and degrading, and besides, trust me, I am most definitely not that man’s type.”
    â€œHow do you know you’re not his type?” Genie asked as she parked the Jeep in her spot behind the museum. They got out and walked around to the front of the building.
    â€œIt’s obvious. He’s got an ego the size of North America.”
    â€œActually that might bode well for other parts of his anatomy,” Genie joked.
    â€œWould you stop with the sex talk, please? Anyway, as you say, he’s a rich, single and used to getting what he wants. That means his type of woman is everything I’m not—specifically, an airhead. His ideal woman probably caters to himtwenty-four hours a day. I’m not the submissive type. I have a brain and know how to use it.”
    â€œHe could surprise you.”
    â€œTrust me, he wouldn’t have a clue as to what to do with a woman like me,” she said, walking up the steps to the front entrance.
    Genie followed close. “He’s a man, I think he would. The question is would you know what to do with a man like him?”
    Sheri