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you wrapped around her finger, too?"
    A snort followed. "No way. I would only hate to have to deal with another bumbling idiot if she would expire."
    "He likes me," I whispered loudly.
    "I sleep better knowing that Shyanne is on high alert for the flying monkey invasion," he countered flatly.
    Meat's head swung my direction with an eyebrow arched. I shrugged and blinked.
    Sometimes you have to read between the lines with Cannibal. His words translated into 'I almost like her. She fetches well, and her fingers dipped in melted butter would rank right up there with other delicacies such as lobster tail.'

Chapter 4
     
    "You know my other job?" Meat asked, sliding the last bite of cake off his fork with his talented lips.
    Two days after Meat dragged me off to Cannibal's house for nursing duty, I decided I would live, finally felt human once more, and moved back home. Turned out the Enforcer everyone fears wasn't so bad after all. As long as you didn't wake him up, protected him from flying monkeys, and didn't snore from the couch. Back on track, I returned to my normally scheduled life. A life that involved a sexy boyfriend and his convoluted ideas.
    I sat my glass of milk back down and sent him a puzzled look. "Mortician?"
    He snorted. "No." A frown crossed his face to be quickly replaced by something more mischievous. "Undercover. Tracker. PI. Stuff."
    "Oh, that other job. What about it?" I grabbed my dishes and headed for the sink. The boys had a sleepover along with half a dozen other pre-school kids. Bless the mother who volunteered to supervise so many children in her house for an entire night.
    "Well, I've accepted this case and need some help."
    Leaving those dishes in the sink, I returned for his. "What kind of help?" Snagging his plate and glass, I quickly placed those with the other dirty dishes, turning my full attention on him.
    He paused a second, stood, then looked me in the eye. "A female stripper."
    I choked and sputtered. "What? Me?" The words came out as a high squeak, reminding one of a squirrel defending his nuts. "Oh, no. No. No. No."
    His hand reached out to capture mine. "Come on. You're all I've got."
    How pitiful was that? I looked at his pleading face, felt the pull to give in, but stood firm. "Get Misha." Yeah, she would be quite practiced at the art of removing clothing, hers and those on others. Maybe she would trip, land on her butt, break an ankle, and be permanently struck bald, too. Yeah, I guess I'm still a bit bitter. Who knew?
    "We're not on friendly terms right now." He better not be. Friendly terms and body parts might go missing.
    "Well, find some other woman. Heck, use one of those desperate lusty women who stick their phone number in your thong." I blinked at the shake of his head. "Why do you need a stripper, anyway? What does that have to do with your case?"
    "The guy I'm tracking has a thing for strippers. Female strippers. He'd never miss ladies night at the club, even amateur night."
    "Dare I ask why you're after this particular man?"
    "He's been ripping off women. Gets all friendly-like, makes them think he's interested. Next thing you know, he's robbed them blind. Emptied their bank accounts, taken their belongings, and left them with nothing." His voice hardened as he described the man's crimes.
    So the man deserved to be caught and tossed into jail or an alligator infected pond, but that didn't explain why I had to lose my clothes in front of a room full of strangers.
    "Again, why me?"
    Meat grinned lopsidedly. "Because you're a blonde. His favorite. You'll snare his attention and keep him riveted for the entire song. Besides, as of this morning only two other women signed up to dance. I need a little time while his attention is snared to find him and collect him."
    "Uh huh. You can't find another blonde woman to strip? I'm sure if you asked nicely, a legion of them would volunteer."
    "Can't."
    "Why not?"
    He sighed. "I need someone in…" He glanced at his watch. "Five hours