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(Rex and Kimber have just met in a bar, and sparks are flying…)

“I never caught your name,” he said, realizing that he couldn’t use her name if she hadn’t been the one to tell him. That was just stalkerish and weird.

“Kimber, not Kimberly.”

“Well, Kimber Not Kimberly, I’m Rex.”

“Rex?” She eyeballed him. “Like T-Rex? Who names their child after a dinosaur? I thought I had a weird name…”

“I will say, I’ve never heard of Kimber Not Kimberly.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he winked and grinned. “Rex is…it’s a nickname.”

“And you’re not going to tell me your real name, are you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Not a chance,” he said with a grin.

“If I guess it, will you tell me if I’m right or not?”

“Not a chance,” he repeated, and grinned wider. She rolled her eyes and plowed ahead.

Roger…

Alonzo…

Maurice…

Crawford…

“You did hear that I wouldn’t tell you even if you were right, right?” he asked, laughing, after she guessed Lesley.

“But I thought I’d bat my baby blues at you and change your mind.” She batted her eyelashes in a mockery of a southern belle, and he laughed.

“Turns out, I’m immune to baby blues.”

“Well, I’m just screwed…”

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