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the restaurant. Her nametag read Tara. She'd once been a pass-around at the bar, maybe three years back, which was why he hadn't remembered sooner.
    “I think that we might need another minute,” Buster replied.
    “I'm good if you know what you want.” Caroline closed the menu. “I'll have the steak and shrimp combo. Medium well for the steak. Baked potato and side salad. And a glass of ice water, please.”
    “I'll have the same, but instead of the side salad, bring me extra shrimp and some fries.” Buster picked up both menus and handed them to Tara.
    “You just let me know when you're ready and I'll bring you over the dessert menu. Get you something all warm and sweet.” Tara winked at him and sashayed as she walked away. Buster looked over as Caroline laughed. He hadn't expected her to find the situation funny.
    “I do believe that woman is going to spit in my food,” she told him. “If she'd have been any more obvious, she'd have mounted you right here.”
    “She used to hang out at the bar. We might have hooked up once or twice.” Buster didn't think it was more than that. He remembered her as being clingy to anyone who'd had his dick inside of her.
    “I see.” Caroline frowned. “So, women really just hang around there to be handy when one of you guys wants a quick roll in the hay?”
    “Some of them do,” Buster admitted. “Most of them just want to have a good time. It's not all about fucking.” It was mostly about fucking, though, but he didn't know exactly to explain that, at least not on a first date.
    “Yeah, right. You don't have to try and sanitize it for me. Those women have come into Baked. I heard them talk. It's about fucking for them, either for pleasure or social advancement. Do you realize that there are a few of them who are harboring serious delusions?” She leaned forward, amusement obvious in her expression.
    It seemed that she'd finally relaxed. Buster was glad for it, even though he really liked that he made her a little nervous. “What exactly do they say?” He grew more interested as her face flushed bright red. Did she blush like that all over? He'd sure love to find out. “Oh, do they get graphic? Give dirty details?”
    “The emphasis is normally on dirty.” Her expression grew serious. “Look, I'm just going to say something straight out. And you might not like it, and that's fine, but it needs to be said. I'm not the type to hook up. I don't sleep around. I'm not like the women who like to hang at the bar, nothing against them, but I'm not like them. If that's what you're expecting...”
    “It's not.” Buster cut her off. Suddenly the way she'd cooled off towards him when he'd mentioned the bar made perfect sense. He could only imagine the stories that she'd heard. “I asked you to dinner because I wanted to have dinner with you, good food and good conversation. I've got no ulterior motive.”
    “I'm not saying I expect this to get serious or anything like that, I'm just...” She trailed off, sighed. “And I'm making this even more awkward than it already was. I have a talent for that.” She looked away from him, down at the table.
    “I think that we'll survive. Maybe even have some fun.” On impulse he reached out and covered her hand with his on the table. She didn't pull away; she might have even blushed a little more. Buster squeezed lightly. “And I've got a confession to make, too.”
    “Oh?” She kept her hand where it was. Her teeth pressed down on her bottom lip. She met his eyes, and it was all that he could do to not just lean across the table and kiss her.
    “First dates? Small talk? The whole awkward thing? I'm not really that good at it.” Buster stroked two of his fingers over the back of her hand. She inhaled sharply, sat up straighter and kept her hand where it was.
    Caroline laughed, a real laugh. Buster knew that she wasn't laughing at him. She was laughing with him, and the sound was pretty musical, in his opinion. In fact, her