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exclaimed. She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “I know what you’re doing.”
    “And what’s that, sweetheart?” He tried not to look down her blouse.
    Okay, just one peek—and it was delicious.
    She lifted his chin with a finger. “I will not date a crazy man.”
    “Of course not. You’ll date me .”
    “And you’re crazy.”
    He crossed his arms. “What are you talking about, woman?”
    “Look at you.” She waved her hand in his general direction.
    He looked down at himself. Today he’d worn a pair of slacks and a patterned long sleeved shirt. Although he rolled up the sleeves—he couldn’t stand being bound in any way, and cuffs and collars were the worst. His shoes were polished and he was wearing the snazzy Gucci watch he’d bought when he’d won his first championship title. His head was freshly shaved, and he just had a facial a couple days ago. “I look good.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You do not. You look like a hoodlum dressed up as a playboy.”
    “I’m not a playboy, although I can see why you’d think I am, because of my incredibly good looks and suave demeanor.” He shrugged. “It’s an honest mistake to make, but I’m really a good ole boy from corn country.”
    She gaped at him. “There’s nothing corn country about you. You’ve got a bald head and a thing on the side of your face.”
    “Thing?” He touched the UV tattoo he’d gotten in Amsterdam years ago after a particularly bloody grudge match, which he’d won, of course. “Are you disparaging the dandelion?”
    “Is that what it is?” she asked in complete hauteur.
    He pointed to his temple. “You know you want to kiss it.”
    “I do not.” She looked horrified at the thought.
    “Come on, sweetheart. Blow on it for good luck.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Now you’re goading me on purpose.”
    “Well, yeah, because you’re making a judgment about something you know nothing about.” He crossed his arms and sat back. “You ever think maybe it symbolizes something?”
    She looked at it, her face set in a stubborn frown, but he could see the wheels turning in her head. “What does it symbolize?” she asked reluctantly.
    “The ability to go with the flow regardless of where you end up.” He frowned at her. “Aside from that, it’s pretty. You work in an art museum. You should appreciate art.”
    She shook her head. “That’s…”
    He waited for her to finish her statement with not art , which was exactly what she was thinking. But she just shook her head again and clammed up.
    “So you don’t like it,” he said.
    “It’s not a matter of whether I like it or not. It’s on your face .” She pointed at it. “Do you know who has tattoos on their faces? Criminals and people who never expect to pay taxes. You’ll never be gainfully employed. No one hires people with tattoos on their faces, even if it’s like yours.”
    “Why would I want to be employed?” He knew he had to get on with the next phase of his life, because he couldn’t continue to get pummelled on a regular basis and expect to live into his old age and be lucid, but his smoothie business was where it was at. He’d never even considered getting a job. His father would fly out and smack him upside the head if he as much as considered it. They were entrepreneurs in his family, not grunts.
    Josephine groaned, putting a hand to her forehead. “You aren’t employed, are you?”
    “Of course I am.” He scowled at her. “Are you saying I look like a hoodlum and a slacker?”
    “What do you do?” she asked, ignoring his indignation.
    “I told you I’m Kelly ‘the Bull’ Torres.” He waited for recognition to light her beautiful face, but she just looked confused. “I’m an MMA fighter. You’ve never heard of me?”
    “What’s MMA?”
    He gaped at her for a full ten count. Then he shook his head. “I just don’t know what to say, woman.”
    “Stop calling me that.”
    “Why? You look all woman to me.” He looked her up