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a sudden surge of deep affection. ‘Uh…Antonio?’ she said softly.
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘It’ll mean a lot to me.’
    ‘For me also, cariño. ’
    She put the phone down in a state of bemusement. Antonio was getting married again, and to a woman fifteen years his senior. The only good thing about it was that Adela must be throwing a blue fit!
    And what would Lissa say?
    She couldn’t wait to find out.
     
    ‘Shit!’ Taylor exclaimed.
    ‘Whassup?’ Oliver muttered, rolling over on the mattress they’d been sharing for the last few hours.
    ‘I fell asleep,’ Taylor said, panicking as she consulted her watch, ‘and now it’s almost five and I’ve blown out my appointment at the beauty shop, not to mention my shrink, who’s probably called the house to find out where I am. Shit! Shit! Shit !’
    ‘Chill,’ Oliver said unconcernedly, stretching his sinewy body.
    ‘You fucking chill, ’ Taylor snapped, groping for her bra and panties, which were lurking somewhere under hisdecidedly suspect sheets. ‘Larry’s being honoured tonight, and we have to leave the house by six.’
    ‘Didn’t he get honoured two weeks ago?’ Oliver asked, jumping off the bed, naked.
    Taylor couldn’t help noticing that, in spite of their earlier marathon sex session, he was hard again. Oh, the advantages of youth!
    Finding her panties, she put them on. Then she continued the search for her bra, which she couldn’t locate in the tangled sheets.
    ‘Damn!’ she muttered, running into the living room to recover the rest of her clothes.
    Dressing quickly, she realized they hadn’t even discussed her script. On her last visit she’d handed Oliver fifteen hundred dollars in cash, and for that he was supposed to read through the script and come up with some brilliant suggestions. If his ideas were any good, she was planning on hiring him at a proper fee to do a polish.
    No time to get into it now. She had to get home as fast as possible and come up with a good excuse on the way.
    Oliver was standing by the bedroom door watching her. He was still naked and still erect.
    She had an urgent desire to stop and admire his young hard body, maybe even make love again. But she didn’t dare. Larry would be beside himself wondering where she was, and there was no way he could reach her because she’d switched off her cellphone.
    ‘I’ll call you tomorrow,’ she said, rushing for the door. ‘We’ll discuss my script then. Okay?’
    ‘Whatever,’ Oliver mumbled. And since she was already out the door, she didn’t hear him add under his breath, ‘It won’t do any good, your script stinks.’
     
    Quincy had asked Michael to call him as soon as Lissa Roman left the office. Instead, Michael decided to drop by and seehow old Quince was doing. He felt unsettled after spending time with Lissa. She might be extremely famous, but she was also a vulnerable woman going through a tough time, and watching her face while she was listening to the tape had been quite an experience. They’d dealt with celebrity clients before and Michael had always been able to separate the job from the person. This time something was different.
    Do not get personally involved. Rule one of being in the private-investigation business.
    Yeah, sure, but how many times did a woman like Lissa Roman walk into the office?
    He drove up to the Robbins house in the valley, Lissa still on his mind.
    Amber, Quincy’s pretty wife, answered the door. A plump black woman, with glowing skin and a warm smile, she gave him an all-enveloping hug, her huge bosom pressing against his chest.
    ‘ Always a pleasure to see you, Michael,’ she said. ‘Q’s in front of the TV.’
    ‘Big surprise,’ he said, grinning.
    ‘And I am fixing him a snack. Can I get you something? You’re looking damn skinny.’
    Not a visit went by unless Amber remarked that he was looking skinny. At six feet two and a hundred and eighty pounds, he didn’t think so.
    ‘No, thanks,’ he said, shaking his head.