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your dick falls off. One of her fantasies is to go skydiving naked and have sex during free-fall. She’s crazy.”
    “I’ll take your word for it.”
    “Which brings me to the second question: what do you think of Harley?”
    “I don’t really know her all that well. She seemed nice enough last night. Though I don’t remember anything after the first quarter. I know we talked about motorcycles and airplanes. She wants me to take her flying tonight. It’s a full moon and she wants to go to Catalina.”
    “You going to take her up?”
    “I don’t know. I said I would. I mean, I think I agreed to go up tonight. I can’t remember.”
    Rory fished a business card out of his back pocket. He handed it to Danny. “Here’s her number. She made me promise that I would give it to you.”
    “I don’t know if I should call her. We had a blast last night. Apparently. But that was before I found scented panties on my windshield.”
    “Scented? What do they smell like? Are they dirty panties? Can I smell them?”
    “No, you may not.”
    “Can I buy them from you?”
    “No, you may not.”
    “I’ll give you five hundred dollars.”
    “No.”
    “Any man who refuses to accept five hundred bucks for a pair of dirty panties must be in love.”
    “We’re not in love. We just met. And her panties aren’t dirty. They’re clean and lovely.”
    “So what’s Miss-Clean-and-Lovely’s name?”
    “Candy Calvin.”
    Rory choked on his burger. He began coughing and quickly drank the last of his pina colada. Choking, he grabbed Danny’s pina colada and drank. A blob of whipped cream rested on the tip of his nose.
    “You okay?”
    Rory nodded vehemently. “That’s a very, uh, sexy name.”
    “It is, isn’t it? God broke the mold after he made her.” Danny found Rory staring at him. “You have whipped cream on your nose.”
    Rory wiped his nose clean and looked away, out at the wide stretch of sand leading to the white waves breaking silently in the distance, too far away to be audible. “You sure I can’t have those panties?”
    “I’m sure.”
    Rory resumed the eating of his burger, taking a small bite off one side and chewing slowly and without his former zeal.
    “So what about you?” Danny asked. He forked several large bites of spinach and salmon into his mouth. “You’re the consummate bachelor. You’re young, good looking, and rich.”
    “Why does everyone keep saying that?”
    “Because it’s true. You can have any woman you want.” Danny gobbled several long skinny fries. “You got any irons in the fire?”
    “Not really. I’ve been spending so much time at the office. I haven’t really had time to get out and date.”
    “Is that because of Melinda?”
    Rory didn’t respond.
    “It’s natural to be gun shy.”
    “You ever been divorced?”
    “No.”
    “Ever spent three years in a loveless marriage?”
    “No.”
    “Then what the hell could you possibly know about it?”
    “I’m just saying it’s natural to be. . .” Danny searched for the right word. “. . . hesitant. I’ve never been married. Like you said. But I can imagine that it would be difficult to start dating again. Especially after trying so hard the way you did only to have your love not returned.”
    Rory inserted a square of deep-fried pizza into his mouth.
    “There must be somebody you’ve got your eye on.”
    Rory’s head swiveled as a pair of girls rolled by on old-fashioned roller skates, which gave them the appearance of floating.
    Rory set down his burger. “Well, there is one woman. But I’m not sure she’s interested. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s interested in somebody else.”
    “You like her?”
    “I can’t stop thinking about her.”
    “How long have you known her?”
    “Long enough.”
    “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”
    “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever been in love.”
    “But you’re in love with her.”
    Rory merely shrugged and stared at the limp

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