and tell her you had an affair with Gina?â
âWhy bring up a dead issue?â
âBecause if youâre looking to cool Evieâs jets, that would do it.â Someone pounded on the door. âHold on.â Milo opened up expecting Woody with an armful of dry clothes. Instead Evie stood on the threshold, a dry towel wrapped around her upper body. Which would have been sexy had she taken off her clothes first.
âHereâs the thing,â she said, âI canât get naked in your apartment.â
âBloody hell,â Arch said in Miloâs ear. âWhat theââ
âIâll call you back.â He disconnected, shoved the phone in his back pocket. âIf youâre worried about someone walking in on you, lock the door.â
âItâs not that.â
âThen what?â
âI donât know you well enough.â
âYou didnât know Arch at all and you used his shower. Hell, you slept in his suite.â
âThat was different. I was working for him.â
âYouâre working for me now.â
âWe were posing as a married couple.â She sneezed into a wad of toilet paper and leaned into the doorjamb for support.
âYouâll be posing as a hospital patient if you donât get into dry clothes.â
Just then, Woody blew in, two hangers dangling from his fingertips. A nurseâs uniform and a nunâs habit.
Miloâs ass vibrated. He ignored the incoming call, frowned at Woody. âYouâre joking.â
âAll of the womenâs clothes are in Hot Legsâs size,â he said.
âWhoâs Hot Legs?â asked Evie.
âGina,â Milo said. His primary female operator. Archâs previous conquest. The woman whoâd put Evie through the wringer on that cruise. Those two had clashed like a pit bull and a poodle. Hell would freeze over before Twinkie would wear anything worn by Gina âHot Legsâ Valente.
âSheâs taller and thinner than you,â Woody said, âso I figured anything with pants was out. These are sort of shapeless, soââ
âIâll risk pneumonia,â Evie said with a tight smile. âThanks all the same.â
Woody looked clueless and Milo had to bite his tongue. No wonder your girlfriend left you. He may as well have called Evie short and dumpy. From her pinched expression, thatâs exactly what sheâd heard. Women had an uncanny way of twisting a manâs words when it came to their appearance. Heâd learned long ago that when a lady friend asks, Does this make my ass look big? the safest answer is a simple no.
âYou donât look so good, maâam,â Woody said, digging a deeper hole. But he was right. She was flushed, perspiring and shaky on her feet.
âYeah, well, you donât smell so good.â
Woody, whoâd been trying to win back his girlfriend by changing everything from his wardrobe to his brand of toothpaste, looked crushed. âYou donât like my cologne?â
âHow to put this kindly?â she said with a notable slur. âNo.â
Milo studied her hard. âHow many shots did Pops give you?â
âOne,â she said, holding up two fingers.
Woody whistled. âOh, man. Sheâsââ
Milo cut him off before he could say crocked. Knowing his caretaker/bartender he wouldnât have knowingly poured more than this half-pint could handle. Obviously she had no tolerance. âNix the clothes,â he said to Woody. âTell Tabasco rehearsalâs canceled. Our starâs under the weather.â
âDonât tell him that!â she cried. âIt makes me sound like a diva. As long as I have a voice, I can sing.â
âBut youâre hoarse,â said Milo. And looped.
âSo Iâll sound like Janis Joplin.â
âDid Joplin sing jazz?â Woody asked.
âNo, and neither do
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