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down as if just noticing what he was wearing. “Good God,” he breathed, horrified.
    “You’ve just noticed?” she asked. Then she wanted to kick herself for extending a conversation she was sure to pay for later with at least two weeks of flowers that made her sneeze, and dinner offers that came three times a day. There were only so many times you could be shaving your legs, washing your hair, or making a list of the merits of becoming a lesbian.
    “I looked fine last time I looked in the mirror. What time is it?”
    Flower glanced at her watch. “Its 11:35.”
    Chad stood in shock for a moment before rallying. “In the morning?” he asked, sounding mortified.
    Flower nodded. “Yep, how come you didn’t know what time it was? I thought you were wearing some really expensive watch last night. You felt the need to show me at least five times,” she added wryly.
    “I don’t know what happened to it.”
    “We’re you robbed?” She asked, exasperated with the entire conversation. Not to mention he was making her late for her date.
    “I don’t know.”
    Flower rolled her eyes. She was really tired of it now. “Well. Why don’t you know?”
    “I fell asleep, and then I don’t know.”
    Flower sighed loudly. Having her fill of Chad’s drama for the day, she cut their conversation off before she got dragged into God knows what. Tossing a quick wave over her shoulder she headed out as quickly as her feet would take her without looking like she was making a run for it.
    Down in the lobby, she found Shannon waiting by the front door. Unfortunately, her good mood was ruined after her run in with Chad. She still tried valiantly to smile.
    “Hey, Shannon. How’s it going?”
    He didn’t look any happier than her. “This job is shit. It was supposed to be simple, but every time I turn around, someone has stolen something, and I’m forced to run in circles, chasing my tail, never getting anything accomplished.”
    She patted him on the arm in sympathy, unable to keep from noticing how hard his muscles were. “You know what you need?”
    “What?”
    “A very strong drink. Is there any place around here serving alcohol this early?”
    Shannon was quick to warm up to Flower’s suggestion. “As it happens, I know just the place.”
    “Cool.” She followed him out to his SUV, and in an exaggerated motion, he turned his cell phone off before tossing it into the back seat. They climbed in and peeled out as if they robbed the joint. It only took ten minutes to get to the bar Shannon was thinking of.
    By two thirty in the morning, Shannon and Flower partook of every redneck bar in the greater Nashville area. Back at the hotel, Shannon carried a passed out Flower past a six foot Marilyn Monroe on the way through her hotel room. Twenty minutes later, after he managed to get her comfortably tucked into bed, he turned his cell phone on to find he missed several calls. He listened to the messages while watching Flower sleep. He was seriously considering climbing in next to her, when Bob’s voice sounded in his ear telling him he was arrested earlier in the evening for trespassing on hotel property.
    “What kind of fucked up job is this?” he muttered to himself, hanging up the phone.
    He debated on whether to wake up Flower to let her know he was leaving, but, in the end, he decided to leave a note.
    Shannon stepped out of the bedroom, freezing in his tracks when he spotted a blonde giant of a man leaning against the kitchen counter. His brain suffered this awkward moment when it started to switch to fight mode before being saved by the realization that it was Bradley as himself. The difference between the way he looked now and the way he looked as Marilyn Monroe was nothing short of extraordinary. He wore only a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips leaving his upper torso bare, and he looked more like several of the cage fighters he’d seen over the years than a drag queen. There was no way Shannon could have