Hey," he said. She turned around and, as quickly, turned back. There had been...

Hey," he said. She turned around and, as quickly, turned back. There had been tears on her face. He frowned. What was this? Trouble in paradise? "Hey," he said, walking up behind her, squeezing her upper arm with his left hand. "What's going on?" he asked her. "Nothing," she said with a sniff. He turned her around to face him. He looked down at her pretty face and for the hundredth time thought, that damn Preacher. I bet he doesn't know what he has here. "This isn't nothing," he said, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I can't talk about it," she said. "Sure you can. Seems like maybe you'd better. You're all upset." "I'll work it out." "Preacher do something to hurt you?" She immediately started to cry and leaned forward, her head falling on his chest. He put his good arm around her and said, "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay." "It's not okay," she cried. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong." "Maybe if you talk to me, I can help. I'm so good with free advice, you'll be impressed." "It's just that...I care about him. But he just doesn't find me..." Mike lifted her chin. "What, Paige?" "He doesn't find me attractive." "Bull." "Desirable." "Paige, that's nonsense. The way he looks at you, he eats you with his eyes. He's wacko for you." "He won't touch me," she said, a large tear spilling over. That almost knocked Mike down. "No way." She nodded pathetically. "Oh, man," Mike said. He'd thought, everyone thought, they were doing it all night long. The way they looked at each other, like they couldn't wait for everyone to leave so they could be alone, get it on. Those sweet little kisses on the cheek, the forehead. The way they touched-careful, so no one would see the sparks fly, but the sparks were flying all over this bar! The sexual tension was electric. "Oh, man," he said again. He put his arm around her. "Paige, he wants you. Wants you so bad it's showing all over him." "Then why?" "I don't know, honey. Preacher's strange. He's never been good with women, you know? When we served together, we all managed to find us a woman somewhere. I killed two marriages that way. But not Preacher. It was very rare for him to-" He stopped himself. He was trying to remember-were there women at all? He wasn't sure; he knew Preacher never had a steady girl. He thought he remembered a woman here, there. It's not as though he was focused on Preacher's love life; he was too busy taking care of his own. He probably lacks sexual confidence, Mike thought. It would be hard for him to put the moves on anyone he felt he had to win over. "I bet he's scared," Mike heard himself say. "How can he be? I've practically thrown myself at him! He knows he isn't going to face rejection!" She dropped her gaze, lowered her voice to a whisper. "He has to know how much I-" "Oh, brother," Mike said. "I bet he's not worried about rejection. Aw, Paige, Preacher's so shy, sometimes it's just plain ridiculous. But I promise you, Paige, I've known the man a long time-" "He said he'd trust you with his life. That he has..." "Yeah, we have that, it's true. It's funny with men-you can trust each other with your lives and never talk about anything personal, you know? Sometimes Preacher seems a little naive in the ways of the world.

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