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twenty-nine or something. Maybe it’s that beautiful tan and how fit you are, but you really look a lot younger than Trent and Jon.”
    He deserved those comments after his horn one earlier. Old? Really? He also lived a different lifestyle than Jon and Trent. They drove themselves twenty-four seven, at least until recently. Ross worked hard to build his business, but escaped on his boat every chance he could. “I’m sure there is a compliment in there somewhere,” he teased.
    “Don’t worry, everyone thinks I’m younger than I am, too. I was even carded a few months ago when I went to a bar with my friends.”
    Ross didn’t want to think of her any younger that she was. Twenty-six was pushing it. He couldn’t remember dating anyone even close to eight years his junior. Dating? Wait, we’re not dating, he reminded himself.
    Saved by the bell. The pizza arrived, they kept their topics light, and the hours flew by. Before he knew it, she was yawning. Looking at his watch, he couldn’t believe it. It was already past midnight. When had he simply enjoyed talking to a woman so much? She was more endearing than he thought . . . and perhaps a little vulnerable. But he didn’t want to outstay his welcome, particularly if he wanted to be invited back. And I do want that. I want her. Another soft yawn escaped her sweet lips. “I better go and let you sleep.”
    Jill nodded in agreement and followed him to the door. “Will I see you again before the fundraiser?”
    She was a good six inches shorter than he, and as she looked into his eyes, he saw desire. Her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were flushed. Did she feel this too? He felt a little intoxicated by her scent, by her sweetness . . . by her. How his fingers itched to stroke her soft skin. How he wanted to breathe the same air as they kissed. No, if she didn’t stop looking at him like that, he wasn’t going to leave. Bending slightly, he noted a hitch in her breathing. Yes, she feels this. He kissed her black and blue, bruised forehead and moved slightly away.
    “How about Friday night for that dinner I promised you?”
    She nodded and smiled. “Yes,” she answered quietly. Her brown eyes glistened as she rose to the tips of her toes and placed a kiss on his right cheek. “Thank you for a lovely night, Ross.”
    Was it just him, or did she shut the door with reluctance? Maybe next time no flowers.

Chapter Four
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    “I can’t believe you are doing this. It’s like you totally forgot about the last time we were there,” Trent said.
    “At least you remember it. I barely remembered my name the next morning. Damn we were all young and dumb then,” Jon added.
    Elaine chimed in, “Anyone care to share what happened back then, or are you going to leave me hanging?”
    The men laughed and Trent answered, “I’ll tell you later, angel.”
    “That bad, huh? You guys never cease to amaze me,” she said.
    Ross interjected, “This meeting is not supposed to be about the past; it is supposed to be about Takes One. Can we please focus on that for the moment?”
    Silence filled the air before Trent finally asked, “What gives?”
    “Nothing. I’m running short on time.” And patience. He didn’t want to take a walk through memory lane, at least not on that topic.
    “I’m all for calling this one short, too. You guys really need to change the time for these calls. No pregnant woman wants to be up at six if she doesn’t have to be.”
    With that Elaine began her presentation on this month’s recipient. “As I said, the timing would be perfect and in line with the fundraiser taking place next week.”
    “You are right. Timing couldn’t be any better,” Drew said. “I say let’s do it.”
    They took a vote and once again unanimously approved the recipient.
    “Great. I will start the ball rolling. Now I am going back to bed. I will see you guys in Napa. Have a great week,” Elaine said.
    With only four men remaining on Skype, Trent asked, “I