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wasn’t responding to the verbal cues, Peg took the appointment book from her apparently nerveless hands and flipped through the pages. “When would you like to come in?”
    â€œUh, tomorrow? Say, around six or seven?”
    She scanned the book. Their part-time massage therapist was off tomorrow. She’d have to take the appointment herself. “Seven o’clock all right?”
    â€œThat’ll be fine, thanks.” He continued to scan the premises. What was he, an engineer? Again, he didn’t seem interested in the design, the multicolored walls or the distressed, hand-painted cement floor.
    He did seem interested in her —she could feel it in his gaze—but it was as if he didn’t want to be.
    There was something about him that she didn’t trust, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. And why did he seem familiar? It wasn’t just that his casual, cocky, muscular stance reminded her of Eddie.
    Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself. There’s nothing sinister in a guy signing up for a sea salt scrub.
    She tried not to think about the fact that tomorrow she’d be running her bare hands all over those broad shoulders of his, that smooth, tanned muscle. Her body went on full, red-hot alert, which wasn’t in the least professional.
    Shirlie was still pinned in the receptionist’s chair by the visual force of the man, riveted by that butt of his as he strode to the door. Was that a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth?
    The butt was indeed Grade A prime. And his chinos fit him just right. The Man’s back muscles rippled as he opened the door, and both Peg and Shirlie sighed as he walked through it and let it close behind him. God, what was wrong with the pair of them? This was Miami—they saw male models all the time.
    It wasn’t until he’d disappeared from sight that Peg realized she’d forgotten to get his name and phone number. Had she really been lecturing Shirlie in that smug, worldly way just a few minutes ago? She herself was just as bad!
    â€œWhat do you think he looks like with his clothes off?” Shirlie asked reverently. “Did you catch his name?”
    Peg shook her head sheepishly. “No, but I’ll be the one doing his sea salt scrub tomorrow, so—”
    â€œShut- up -no-you-are-not!”
    â€œYep.”
    â€œSome people have all the luck. I’m going to get my license, I swear.”
    â€œBelieve me, not all your customers will look like that. There are some people you do not want to see naked. Case in point, Pugsy Malloy. I close my eyes when I have to do Pugsy.”
    Shirlie sighed. “Yeah, but I think I’d sign up for five Pugsys if I could have just one what’s-his-name.”
    Peggy laughed. “Okay, Miss Babble. Wipe the slobber off the reception desk.”
    Shirlie wrinkled her nose. “I did babble, didn’t I? I’m so embarrassed. But you were drooling, too! Don’t deny it.”
    â€œI did not drool,” said Peg with dignity. “I just salivated a little.”
    Judging from her face, a horrifying possibility had just occurred to Shirlie. “You don’t think…you don’t think that guy does steroids, do you? I mean, it would be a crying shame if—”
    Peggy pursed her lips. “Judging by his body, I can’t say I’d be surprised.” She began to flatten the cardboard box that had held the new products.
    â€œTomorrow at eight, you have to give me a full report! Plus his name and number.”
    â€œShirlie, I’m not likely to see that part of him. I do work with a sheet, hon.”
    â€œOh, c’mon! Can’t you take a little sneak peek? Just for me?”
    â€œNo,” said Peg, laughing. “That’s not ethical and you know it.” She tossed the flattened box into the trash.
    â€œWho said anything about ethics? I just don’t want to waste my time if he’s hung