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pointers.”
    “Yeah, rumor has it you have plenty of experience with people’s assets these days.”
    Allie bit down hard on the wooden stick. Lots of people around Shelbyville had made more direct, condescending remarks about her business. She’d assumed he wouldn’t be small-minded after living in Austin all those years. Maybe she was wrong to think he was the right guy to tap for her long overdue sexfest. “I don’t know what you heard, but Personal Assets provides a much-needed service to the members of this community as well as others from as far away as Dallas.”
    “You expect me to believe you, Miss Cherry Tomato Festival and homecoming queen, teach other people how to have sex?”
    The artificial grape flavor turned sour in her mouth. If Cameron couldn’t understand what she was trying to accomplish with Personal Assets, then his special-project potential was less than zero. She needed him to get it. Get her. “I don’t so much teach people how to have sex as I help women overcome issues stifling their ability to have the most satisfying physical relationships possible.”
    “What the hell does all that mean? In English this time.”
    “I offer individual counseling and workshops that address common concerns and challenges inhibiting women’s sexual enjoyment and fulfillment. We discuss issues like why an extra fifteen pounds shouldn’t keep a woman from enjoying herself in bed. Or what women experiencing menopause can do to maintain a healthy libido. How to communicate with a partner so both people are physically satisfied with the relationship.”
    “I’m getting a bad mental picture here. Please tell me you don’t do that Fried Green Tomatoes mirror thing.”
    Allie had to laugh. “Not something I encourage in a workshop setting.”
    Cameron scanned the now-deserted ballpark. “Princess, this is a town full of conservative people. Not that it’s any of my business, but how long can a business like yours last here?”
    She swung her legs onto the tailgate, toes almost touching the denim covering Cameron’s nicely muscled thigh. If she could salvage this situation, she might get the chance to touch those muscles with something besides her tennis shoes. “It’s more about the quality of the service I provide, rather than the quantity. I’m doing fine between local clients, referrals, and women who drive from other places around the state.”
    “I’ll take your word for it.”
    Allie let out the breath trapped inside her lungs. Well, it wasn’t a pledge of loyalty to her professional mission, but his face was no longer hard and angry. She studied Cameron’s profile with new appreciation. He wasn’t handsome. His face and body looked lived in. The lines radiating from the corners of his eyes, the scars on the backs of his hands, and the muscles of his biceps and forearms indicated he used his body as a tool.
    Hopefully, a tool with the skill to craft some darn fine workmanship in bed.
    She would’ve never planned to broach the topic this way, but the bull didn’t always let you politely climb on his back and guide him to the ground. Tightening the ponytail restrained by her cap, Allie swallowed once and dove in. “Are you involved?”
    His eyes crinkled. “With what?”
    “With someone.”
    He stared at her as if she’d used the Popsicle to smear war paint on her face. “What does this have to do with my car?”
    Obviously, she needed a communication skills refresher course.
    “I’ll take care of BB, don’t worry.” Allie clasped her hands tight around her knees to keep them from fluttering around. She was a professional. She was confident. She was in control. But darn it, it was hard to get all this out while Cameron watched her with a puzzled expression. “Living and working in a community this size has drawbacks. For example, it’s hard to develop a satisfying physical relationship with someone who can be discreet and not expect a trip to pick out a china pattern once