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would be great at whatever path you chose.”
    For some reason the compliment made her feel even more nervous, so she lifted her glass and, instead of sipping, drained it in one gulp.
    Diamere gave her an amused look. “You ready for another?”
    Kelly had a feeling she was going to need quite a few if she was to get through tonight. “Sure. I don’t get out much. Tonight, I’m planning to live a little.”
    “Or a lot,” she heard Essence mumble under her breath.
    Kelly gave her friend a warning look and was grateful that Essence decided to change the subject.
    “Diamere, I’m loving your club, but you really need to rethink your waitresses’ uniforms.”
    He glanced at Essence with a look of bewilderment. “What’s wrong with their uniforms?”
    “Yeah, what’s wrong with them?” Mark chimed in,but didn’t miss the evil look Essence tossed his way. “Not that I’m looking. Sweetheart, the only woman I have eyes for is you.”
    Kelly studied the women moving across the floor dressed in short black shorts and formfitting white T-shirts with Ja’net spelled in big letters across their ample chests. She hadn’t really paid their outfits any attention, but Essence did have a point. Dropping her head, Kelly tried to hide her laughter.
    Diamere took a sip from his glass and shrugged. “It’s a business move.”
    Disgust flashed across Essence’s face. “It’s a sexist move!”
    Mark reached across the table for his wife’s hand and squeezed it. “Man, forgive my wife.”
    Kelly couldn’t resist giving her two cents. “She’s right. This isn’t a strip club.”
    “No, but sex sells,” Diamere countered.
    Essence crossed her arms defiantly. “We’re not talking about sex. We’re talking about your nightclub.”
    “Uh-oh. Watch out,” Mark warned.
    Turning her head, Essence glared at her husband and replied, “Stay out of this.”
    He held his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I can’t just sit back and let the two of you gang up on my friend.”
    Kelly snorted. “Who’s ganging up? Essence just asked a question. She wants to know why his waitresses are dressed like hoochies, and Diamere has yet to answer.” For added measure she stuck her tongue out at her brother.
    Diamere looked from Kelly to Essence, clearly amused. “Before you climb on your soapbox, I’ll haveyou know I allowed the waitresses to come up with their own uniforms.”
    Essence’s jaw dropped. “They picked that out?”
    He nodded. “Yep. They’re here to get paid, and if dressing like that increases their tips, who am I to object?”
    Smiling, Essence leaned back in her seat. “Well, if the tips are that good, then maybe I should apply.”
    “What?” Mark cried in protest, before Diamere could say a word.
    “You heard me.” Essence stroked her husband’s hand. “Sweetheart, you said you’d like to take a family vacation later this year. With the money I could make working here on Friday and Saturday nights, in that outfit, I’d have the money in no time.”
    “The hell you will!” Mark barked, then took an angry swig from his bottle of beer.
    Kelly gave an eager nod. “It sounds like a wonderful idea. Sign me up, too.”
    Mark lowered his drink to the table with a thump. “The only place I want my wife on Friday and Saturday nights is at home in my arms.” The music changed just then, to a new, slow beat. Mark rose and turned to Essence. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s dance.”
    Eyes crinkled with laughter, she looked at Kelly and winked before taking her husband’s proffered hand, then followed him to the small dance floor in the corner.
    “Are those two always like that?” Diamere asked with an amused look.
    Kelly nodded. “Pretty much.”
    The waitress returned with a tray of drinks. She lowered it onto the table, then left to help another customer. Diamere lifted one of the martini glasses andset it in front of Kelly. Suddenly at a loss for words, she reached for her drink and took a sip, grateful