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reason I was snooping was because I saw a lot of opened and
empty boxes of condoms on the shelf. I assume you realize
the store was robbed?"
    Her anger deflated. She wondered if Al noticed the stolen
condoms too. "Yes, I noticed the empty boxes. That's why I
thought you were the thief."
    "And returning to the scene of the crime? Not a very
bright thief, I might add" His smile blazed out at her, and
she noticed how white his teeth were against his tanned skin.
It made his smile all the more attractive. Almost too attractive for his own good.
    "Well, I didn't have time to run an IQ test by you," she said
wryly. "I had to go by your dim-witted appearance alone."
    "Cute. But I think it might be a good idea to keep this
from Al until after he's back from his surgery. No sense having him worry. I don't want anything interfering with his recovery. It might even be a matter of time before the store
gets hit for something bigger than just condoms. I'd like to
go over the books as soon as possible and check things out to
make sure we haven't lost money elsewhere."
    She remembered what Brad had said the other day about
the pharmacy losing money and became concerned. "Do you
think there's a problem?"
    "I'm not sure. Once I take a look at all the numbers, I can
make a fair assessment. Then I'll decide what to do."
    "Well, since I'll be a pharmacist here soon, I hope you
plan on including me in what you find and what you plan
to do."
    "Look, Georgie," he said with a sigh. "You don't need to
worry yourself about stuff like this. Just do your job, sit tight,
and don't do any more rash things."
    His attitude was so condescending she became indignant. "Sit tight? That response is so typical of someone like you.
For your information, I'm very capable of handling these
things. I'm not someone who needs sheltering. Anyone who
thinks that is just ... just..

    His eyes narrowed and he leaned in close, so close she
could see that his eyes weren't simply light brown like she'd
first thought. They had a fascinating mixture of green and
gold in them, which at the moment flashed at her like hot lava.
    "Anyone who thinks that is just what, exactly?" he asked.
"At least I have enough sense not to try to pick up a possible
sex-starved stranger in the condom aisle."
    "I wasn't trying to pick you up! I told you that" And stop
trying to distract me!
    "Could have fooled me. And you were doing a lousy job
of it, by the way. No wonder you're having men problems."
    She sucked in her breath as if she'd been kicked in the
stomach. "Oh. My. Gosh. I can't believe you just said that.
Who told you I was having men problems? I am not having
men problems. Hey, Dee," she called over her shoulder, desperate for some restoration to her bruised ego. "Am I having
men problems?"
    Dee paused in her typing and looked up. "She's having
men problems," she said flatly, then went back to typing.
    Walt laughed out loud.
    "Traitor," she muttered. "I'll remember that when I get my
license and become your boss"
    "Just remember this," Dee said, whipping out the newspaper article on the Clay Hayes contest again, "and who gave
it to you when you finally meet your Mr. Dreamboat"
    Walt's attention perked up and his eyes shot to Dee. Leaning over the counter, he snatched the newspaper from her
hands. "What's this about Mr. Dreamboat?" he asked with a
curious grin.

    Georgie made a grab for the paper, but Walt was quicker and
held it just out of her reach. As he unfolded the article, his
brows narrowed as his eyes shifted over the words for several
long seconds. When he finished, he crumpled the paper and
tossed it in the trashcan behind her. "Wow," he said with a
scowl, "I can't believe women fall for stupid contests like that"
    "Hey!" She lunged for the ball of paper and pulled it out
of the garbage. "I resent that. That contest isn't stupid," she
said, unraveling and smoothing the article out on the counter.
"I was thinking of entering."
    "That's