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and strong. He
loomed over her. Not so frightening now, but she wished she could see his eyes.
The light was behind him. She couldn’t tell what color his eyes were. He
offered his arm. The doorman was at the ready. Overdressed people filled the
upscale restaurant and nightclub where the party was being held. He guided her
to the large, elegant room where she breathed a sigh of relief at seeing
familiar faces. There was Roddy, beaming at her and waving her toward himself
and she guessed, the great Mayor of Chicago.
    “Momo,
Monica Whitman, meet Mayor Tyler. He loved the show, eh Senor Mayor?” Roddy’s
Chihuahua eyes beamed proudly at Mo.
    “Well,
Burnham, you finally got the star to us. And even more beautiful up close. You
had me scared for a moment, Ms. Whitman. Fire is such a dangerous thing to play
with.” Tyler is dapper for a barrel shaped man. His tux cut to flatter his
large frame. He’s probably in his late fifties but his eyes have a mischievous
twinkle that give them a youthful look. Mo can’t help but feel he raids the
cookie jar plenty.
    “Detective
Burnham assures me Chicago isn’t the tinderbox it used to be. And we have no
cows in our show.” She kissed Roddy’s cheek while the group laughed. She caught
the detective’s eyes. They were green. Green with golden flecks and she noticed
a darker green rim around the irises. With reddish brown lashes a little thick
in a sharply boned square face. He was maybe early thirties. He had a five
o’clock shadow that only added to the rugged handsomeness. He wasn’t handsome
in the manner of Claude. But he was attractive in a manly rather than a pretty
way. His hair was reddish brown matching the lashes and brows. She noticed his
even white teeth as he chuckled at her joke.
        Mayor
Tyler cut Zack an annoyed look. “Well Burnham, you can wait at the bar. Have
yourself a pop. I don’t think I’m in any danger from Ms. Whitman.”
    “Yes
sir, your honor. Ms. Whitman.” He nodded and walked toward the door leading
into the entry hall instead. Mo admired his stature as he went out and assumed a
position as sentry exchanging a few words with another of the mayor’s
bodyguards. He was tall and broad shouldered. His hair cut short. She scanned
an eye down the back of him.
    “It
was very kind of you to send your car for me.” She addressed the mayor shifting
from one foot to the other. Her feet already ached a little from the new shoes.
 
    “We
like to take care of our favored guests.” He signaled a waiter who brought over
a tray of champagne filled glasses. “Especially the beautiful ones.” He offered
her a glass.
     
    She
has so many that want her that it means nothing to her, he thought watching
her.  She takes for granted that they want her. She believes she deserves
the devotion of the masses. No one could possibly feel the way I do about her.
He downed a vodka. She acts as if I’m not even here. Most of the time. Maybe
she’s trying to make me jealous. But she gives me little hints. A look, a sigh.
The lightest touch. Accidentally of course. I know what she really wants. I
know what she really needs.
    He
eyed the cop that had picked her up at the coliseum just as he’d been about to
approach her. Yeah, I saw how he looked at her. What makes him think he has the
right? Arrogant ass. And Claude? I was afraid he’d have to have a fall. At
least she’s not dating that blond guy anymore either. I don’t think I can take
it if I see her with another man. Why does she play these games with me? She’s
very friendly with that black guy. The Rasta. He snorted. He better stay away
if he knows what’s good for him. Now look at her with the Mayor of Chicago
acting like she owns the world.
    Maybe
tomorrow I’ll stop by her room for a friendly chat. Just for coffee. Sundays
she doesn’t get up as early. Has coffee in her room. He recalled her well
followed routine. She skips the gym and reads the paper. I’ll just happen by.
Give her the