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going to think I was crazy. And worse than that, I would be well on my way to just being crazy.
    “Well, Dan Smith, my name is Haley Whitfield. It’s nice to meet you.”
    “Haley, huh? I like it. What brings Haley Whitfield and her lovely mother...” He paused and raised an eyebrow in question, so I filled in the blank.
    “Allison.”
    “Right. What brings you and your lovely mother, Allison, here?” he inquired, the look on his face one of genuine interest.
    “The beach of course. Can’t you tell by my freshly tanned, healthy glow?” I asked holding my arms out in front of me and jaunting my shoulders back and forth.
    A small smile kept his cheeks puffed out as he asked, “Tan?”
    Dropping my arms and slumping my shoulders dramatically, I answered, “Okay, so it’s a little on the pink side, but I’m far enough away from being confused with a lobster that it counts as tan. It’s always a little pink the first day. Everyone knows that.”
    He smiled big again, and I felt like someone had just given me an Oscar for being able to amuse him.
    Just because I was secure in myself, didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it when people liked me.
    “So the list is obviously being used to weed through copious amounts of useless men until you find a good one,” he shrewdly ascertained.
    “Yep, it’s a slow process, but we’re hoping the statistics will come out in our favor.”
    I felt a hand touch the small of my back, and I spun around to see Tom standing there, back from the bathroom, and smiling down at me.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Danny removed himself from the conversation physically, but I could still freakishly sense that he was absolutely tracking our conversation from the outside.
    I didn’t know Danny, so I wasn’t going to just take his comments at face value, but what he said did make me do an assessment of Tom again.
    He was definitely cute, but now that I looked harder, I saw deficiencies other than his name. His style was all wrong, a pleated khaki pant, of all things, taking up residence on his bottom half and pretty clearly screaming anti-badass. And when I looked back at his smiling face, I discovered that while he was pretending to smile genuinely, it didn’t meet his eyes. A sure sign that Tommy was only looking at me on a superficial level.
    No thanks.
    “So, Haley, you think maybe you might want to go somewhere else with me, have a late dinner?” Tom asked.
    I tried to be polite, but I had no idea if I succeeded. “Gee, thanks Tom. But I’m going to have to pass and stay here. It was nice talking to you though.” When he kept on standing there, I could hear the voice from Mortal Kombat demanding, “Finish him!”
    So I did. “Have a nice night.”
    He grumbled as he walked away, but I forgot about that pretty quickly when I turned around to see both of Danny’s dimples.
    For a few minutes I just sat there, taking him in while he worked the rest of the bar.
    Noting that some time had passed since the last time I checked, I looked away from the cute but nosy bartender to find Allison and saw that yet another guy was admiring her necklaces.
    “You know he’s checking out her tits, right?” my new best friend questioned.
    I stayed facing Allison, but sighed deep and heavy before answering, “Yep. I’m always trying to tell her that. Allison likes to see the good in people though. Chooses to believe these guys are really looking at her necklaces. It’s kind of sweet in an utterly naive way.”
    After doing one last perusal of Allison and her admirer, I turned around to face the very eager conversationalist at my back.
    He met my eyes for a second, cleared his throat, flashed me with both of his dimples, and told me, “I like your necklaces.”
    I paused, blinked twice, and then burst out laughing. I was starting to really like this Danny character, and I had a feeling it was written all over my face and in the language of my body. My teeth were on full display in an