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[OOM: Many adjectives can be used to describe Parker Lee. "Coy" is pretty far down on the list.]

Parker comes into the Bar with a first-date flush in her cheeks.

It had been a casual thing -- a bite to eat and a movie at Coiner's small theater. And Parker has ascertained three things.

Luke Taylor is a gentleman. And a good kisser. And there will most definitely be a second date.

Parker hums brightly as she pulls the clip out of her hair and settles down at a table.

She'd gotten in late, but she's way too wired to go to bed.

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"Good evening, is it?"

Parker grins.

"The boy can kiss."

It had just been good-night on the porch of Summer House.

Still.

Meg grins.

"And, ah, which boy would this be?"

(She could guess, but . . . )

Parker sighs, dreamily.

"They call him Hell Squid. He's in a biker gang."

"And, good news! He'll be off probation in six months."

"Hell Squid?"

Parker shrugs.

"What can I say? I hang out in Milliways too much."

She makes a show of peering off into the dark corners.

"I wouldn't be surprised if I actually met a hell squid who rides a motorcycle here."

"Neither would I.

"However," Meg says. "I don't think that's who you've been kissing.

"The guy from the dance?"

"The guy from the dance," Parker confirms with a nod.

"Luke."

"He said to tell you and Laura, hi, by the way. And thanks for not thinking he was a creep, or something."

It's safe to say this has scored points in Parker's book.

"He didn't really come off as a creep.

"I think we, um, threw him a bit, maybe."

Laura and Meg: not the typical girlfriends.

"But, well, good. I'm glad you had a nice time."

"He seems to have recovered his footing."

Laura and Meg: awesome girlfriends.

"I did. Dinner. Movie. A lot of talking. During dinner, not the movie."

"We're going out again this weekend."

"I'd ask what movie you saw, but it's not like I'd know what you were talking about.

"Second date plans?"

"Something dance-centric, probably. It's still a little too cold yet to do outdoorsy stuff."

Parker smiles.

"I like him."

"I'm glad."

Parker's been due for a nice boy to like.

"And he's pretty cute, too."

"Yeah. I spotted that, too."

And he can sing and play guitar. Logic dictates that he does indeed have faults somewhere, but Parker hasn't tripped over any, yet.

"Speaking of cute guys, how's Alain?"

"Oh, cute as ever," Meg says.

"And I think starting to realize that he's graduting in four months."

"Oh, is he starting to do the freak-out thing?"

Parker shudders. The memory is all too close.

"I remember that. It wasn't fun."

"I wouldn't say he's freaking out. He has a pretty clear idea of what he wants to do, after all.

"But, you know, it's all starting to get much less abstract."

"Yeah."

And when that concept becomes less abstract, it really becomes less abstract.

"At least he has constants. The town. His family."

"A delightful fiancee."

"All very good things," Meg says.

"Quite," Parker grins.

"Do you guys have any big plans for summer?"

"I'm going to stay in Montreal again this summer, so I'm sure we'll have plans. I'm not sure what. We'll probably start some plans for the wedding, or at least start looking at places to have the reception and things like that. Figure out where to have the wedding, which is a far more limited choice, but may take longer."

"I'm going to have to shadow you for organizational wedding tips."

Because Parker is sure, whatever else it may be, Meg's wedding will the well planned and go off like clockwork.

"Not that I have plans in that direction anytime in the near future myself."

"But you want ways to diffuse future trouble-making brides at the ranch?"

"Karen frowns on us using the cattle prods on them."

Not that Parker hasn't been tempted once or twice.

" . . . what about threatening to?"