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drenches me, pouring down my back.
    “Are you sure it’s him?”
    “I’m sure. Fucking fucker. Lying liar. I had a feeling last night. Something about his eyes. They’re grey and cold. He and his dipshit friend strolled into the Cabaret and he asked if I’d do some extra work on the side. Luke totally thinks I don’t remember. I remember. I’m telling you, I totally remember.”
    Charlotte doesn’t say anything for a moment. She casts a few sidelong glances my way and I see a smile on her lips. “So you’re saying you remember?”
    “He wanted to know if I’m a whore. Just because I worked at a strip club.”
    “But you’re about to get a huge payout. Just think about that and forget about him.”
    “I don’t close for another five days. That’s five days of being babysat by Luke. This morning, he wasn’t going to let me leave. He made me put a tracker app on my phone. He said if someone stole me, he’d know where to find me… whenever he got around to looking.”
    We come to the five-mile mark, finally, and slow to a walk. A couple approaches, pushing a baby in a stroller. Walking single file, we let them pass.
    “He talked about someone stealing me like it was amusing.”
    “Have you gotten any more texts?”
    “Not in a couple of days. Maybe whoever it is has given up and is stalking someone else.”
    Charlotte doesn’t say anything. While we’ve worked together at the club, we’ve seen more than our share of crazy people, but this one feels scarier than the rest. Usually, they prey on the younger dancers and there have been times when I’ve had to hire extra security. I’ve never gotten text messages like this. I have no idea who it is and have no face to go with the threat.
    “Tell my about day one of the cleanse,” she asks, in a clear attempt to change the subject.
    I groan at the idea of this torturous diet I have planned. Like a dumbass, I told all my friends I’m doing it for ten days. Now, I have to follow through because everyone will be asking how it’s going. I don’t need to lose weight, or that’s what people tell me, but I wouldn’t mind if I lost a little if only for the bragging rights.
    “Today I have to eat my weight in kale. That’s day one. Tomorrow, I eat my weight in kale, avocado and something else… a half a banana, I think. Somewhere in there, I get some egg whites.”
    “Mm…that sounds-”
    “Awful. I know.” I make a mental note to stop at the store and buy a couple of avocadoes. I’ll have to hide them from Luke.
    Charlotte snorts. She doesn’t buy into all the diet craziness that makes the rounds. She eats whatever she wants and she’s got the curves.
    “Don’t go crazy and have the whole banana or something,” she teases.
    “I’m suffering diet remorse big time.”
    We cross the parking lot and stop by our cars. Charlotte’s pretty face glows from the early morning run.
    She smiles mischievously. “Want to know what I’m having for breakfast?”
    “Don’t you dare tell me.”
    Dieting is a form of bonding with women. The only person who tries more diets than I do is my mother. Right now, she’s doing macrobiotics. Before that, it was paleo. Growing up, most of my friends, Charlotte included, were too afraid to ever accept my dinner invitations. Working at the club only fueled my fascination with finding the perfect diet. The girls pooled their money to buy a scale that measures everything. I’m certain Charlotte never stepped foot on it.
    “I’ve been blabbing all morning. What’s new with you, Charlotte?”
    “Nothing, really. Trey called the other day and wanted to talk to you.”
    “Trey?” I hadn’t heard his name in ages. He was the manager of The Cabaret when I started working there. He was always hitting on me, but he hit on all the girls. He was a pure sleaze bag and I was glad when he lost his job. Of course, I had a lot to do with that, when I put him in the hospital with a baseball bat.
    “Yes. It sounds like he wants