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Laycee and
Sammy had gone into shock when he’d announced he was ready to join
the masses and get his first tat.
    Laycee was
asking Sammy, “Don’t suppose the club guy asked for your
number.”
    On so many
levels, “ As if. I
looked him up on the website,” Sammy said. “His name’s Chase Wild.
He is exactly what a private investigator slash bodyguard ought to
be.”
    Laycee arched
a brow. “Bet he’d be fun between stake-outs.”
    When Laycee
and Jay shared a look, Sammy rolled her eyes. Why those two didn’t
get over the drama and simply admit they were into each other on a
more than friends level, she had no clue. If she were ever that interested in
someone, she sure as hell wouldn’t mouse around. Trouble was that
there simply weren’t that many good ones to choose from. For too
long, no one had inspired or excited her too much that
way.
    Excluding
Chase Wild, of course…
    “ Hey.
Sammy?”
    She blinked.
Jay had said something?
    He repeated
the question. “This Wild character said he wouldn’t help,
right?”
    “ He says he
wants nothing to do with it. But that’s more about not wanting to
get Hector Garfield off side, like the rest of the world.” Her gaze
landed on the filled ink caps and she grinned. “You’d like his tat,
Laycee. Original sin. When his shoulder moves, the snake
sways.”
    Laycee’s
blood-red lips curved. “Nice.”
    “ Who’s he
like? The Mentalist or more James Garner, Rockford Files?” Jay was
a TV tragic.
    “ Well, his
hair is dark,” Sammy said, smiling as she thought back, “and there
was a certain gleam in his blue eyes when he asked all those
questions. The color is amazing. It kind of shifts and shines like
ribbons of lake water under full moonlight.”
    Laycee reached
for her machine. “I definitely need to meet this man.”
    Chase was
definitely worth meeting. And he’d given her food for thought.
“Maybe I could hire my own P.I.”
    “ Those guys
want up-front fees, expenses paid,” Jay said. “Of course, you could
take up my offer to dance a night or two a week…bring in some big
bucks.”
    “ I love you,
Jay,” Sammy said, “but no.”
    Jay had seen
her routine with a pole; she’d perfected it for a big part in a
sitcom she’d missed out on getting by a whisker. Jay had said if
she ever wanted a spot at his regular haunt to just give him a
shout. Knowing the tips Jay got stuffed down his pouch most
evenings, the offer was tempting. But her body was nowhere near as
spectacular as Jay’s. And while she loved performing, she didn’t
want to get into that particular scene.
    Thinking more,
Sammy pushed to her feet. “Maybe Ann will have an idea.”
    “ Thought you
said your sister didn’t want to be reminded about any of that
stuff,” Laycee said, concentrating on her start point at the same
time Jay took an extra deep breath.
    “ When that
ring vanished,” Sammy explained, “Ann was just as upset as I was.
Now she’s settled, she doesn’t see any point in looking back. She
says she wants to concentrate on what’s important now.”
    Ann lived in a
palace in St. Helena with her husband, a successful vintner. While
Ann and Rick had been sweethearts for over a decade, Sammy had
never warmed to her brother-in-law and vice versa. It was one of
the reasons the sisters didn’t see each other as much as they
could.
    “ Maybe Ann’ll
change her mind,” Jay said, “when she knows you’re not giving
up.”
    “ If you need
moral support when you speak with her,” Laycee said, “I’ll tag
along.”
    “ You bet,”
Jay agreed, and then winced as that machine’s motor started up.
“Although...maybe not today.”
    Poor Jay
looked pale around those handsome gills.
    “ Stay
strong.” Sammy squeezed Jay’s shoulder before heading for the
door.
    Over the
motor, Laycee called after her. “I wouldn’t give up on Mr. Fancy
Pants P.I. just yet. If you’re right about him itching to pin the
badge back on his shirt,” she said, bracing Jay’s