She really liked him.

Apart from being attractive and sexy and funny; he was genuine and seemed to be honest.

She kept wondering why she couldn't meet someone like him under normal circumstances.

"Fuck!"

She turned and Dylan was standing there.

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"What's wrong?"

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"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to swear."

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He passed her a beer.

"Why are you sorry?"

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"I don't know if you swear."

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He laughed.

"Only like a fucking dockworker."

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She let out a long sigh.

"Finally I can actually be myself. Fuck, that feels good."

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"You still haven't told me why you are here."

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She sipped her beer.

"That is so fucking good."

She licked her lips.

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"You're flirting again."

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"I was licking the beer off my lips. Geez. Talk about full of yourself."

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He never spoke.

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"Ok. A little. Anywayyyyyyy....

I am here to meet with some investors about building a new hotel."

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"Here on the strip?"

She nodded.

"There is some land farther down the river. The city wants to open up the strip more."

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"So what kind of money we talking?"

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"Why. You interested?"

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"Maybe."

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She got serious.

"About 500 million dollars for the hotel and another 300 million for Casino rights."

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He let out a whistle.

"That's a lot."

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"It is a very informal meeting. We have six months option on the land before we have to present a proposal."

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"So your Dad figured send his gorgeous daughter to seal the deal."

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She laughed.

"It is Japanese investors and they are crazy about redheads."

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"Them and me both," he muttered under his breath.

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"What was that?"

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Kevin arrived with their platters.

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"I was just saying that our food was arriving."

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"Ah, huh."

She looked at the three platters. One was a veggie dish, another a variety of hot appys and the third a taco and cheese dish.

"Looks great."

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"Will there be anything else?"

"Thank you Kevin, that will be all for now."

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Kevin left.

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She took some taco chips.

"Delicious."

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He passed her a napkin.

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"Thank you Dylan."

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He smiled.

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"So are you named after Bob Dylan?"

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He smiled. "Actually I am."

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"No shit?"

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"No shit. My parents were both huge Dylan fans and so am I."

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She sat back in her chair and stared at him.

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"What?"

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"My parents met at a Dylan concert."

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"No way."

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"Wayyyyyyyy. Back in the early 80's. They were both living in Toronto. They went to one of his concerts and they met. My middle name is Sara."

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"So do you like Dylan?"

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She wiped her moth.

"These wings are great."

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"They make great food here."

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She agreed.

"I love Dylan. More his older work."

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"Me too. The first song I heard by him was, 'It's all over now Baby Blue'. I just fell in love with his music."

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She was shaking her head.

"That is one of my fav Dylan songs, but you know what my favourite is?"

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He looked at her for a moment.

"I would say.....

'Stuck Inside of Mobile."

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She stopped eating and stared at him.

"No fucking way you read that through my body language."

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"Your personality."

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She was flabbergasted. He knew her better in a few hours than her last boyfriend knew her in two years.

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"Am I wrong?"

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"No," she said quietly.

"You are absolutely right."

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He flung his arm into the air.

"One point for Dylan."

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She couldn't help but smile. She was liking this man more by the minute.

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"He is playing in Toronto next month."

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He nodded and wiped his mouth.

"I have my ticket."

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"You bastard."

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"What?"

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"I couldn't get a ticket."

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He laughed. "I have connections."

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"Fucker."

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"Heyyyyyy."

He pretended to be hurt.

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"I'm sorry."

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"That's ok. My parents are Dylan nuts. When he goes on tour so do they. They follow him from town to town."

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"Are you serious?"

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He nodded.

"They have for the past ten years. They have backstage passes to every show sent to them by Bob himself."

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"Fuck off."

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He was now laughing.

"They have been friends for years."

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"And you?"

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"I know Bobby well. We even vacationed together."

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She glared at him.

"Bullshit."

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He wiped his hands and reached into his pocket. He took out his wallet and opened it. He passed it to her.

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She looked at the picture showing. It was a picture of him and Bob Dylan at poolside at some resort.

She turned the picture. There was a picture of him and a very beautiful woman.

"No girlfriends eh. Always rejected. Righttttttt."

She turned the wallet so he could see the picture.

"Who is this beauty?"

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"Oh, her. Oops."

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She nodded.

"So you are full of shit."

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He threw up his arms.

"I confess."

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"So who is she. Your wife?"

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He could tell by the look on her face that she was a little upset.

He shook his head.

"My sister."

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"Right."

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He took the wallet from her and showed her another picture. It was of him, the woman and an older couple.

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"My Mom and Dad, me and my sister James. Well her name is Jamie."

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She looked at the pic.

"You look like your Dad."

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He nodded.

"Yea. Like Dad always says. Sorry Dylan, but my genes were more powerful."

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"Your Dad is very handsome."

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He blushed slightly.

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She noticed.

"I said your Dad is, not you."

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"I know."

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She tossed the wallet at him.

"You are so sensitive."

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"What about you?"

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"What," she snapped.

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"Your face almost dropped when you thought Jamie was my wife."

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She was about to say something, but stopped.

She ate several more tacos and sipped her beer.

"She is beautiful."

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He nodded.

"She is, but she can't hold a torch to you."

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"Now I know you're full of shit."

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"I don't lie, Vickie. I told you what I thought."

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She ate some celery. She could feel her skin flush.

"Ok. Time to change the subject again."