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night?”
“Well, Sam’s parents invited us to dinner at this swanky restaurant so we’re heading back to the hotel to get ready.”
Biz heard the trepidation in her voice. “You don’t want to go?”
“No, I’m fine with going, but I didn’t bring anything appropriate to wear.”
“I did,” Jane said from the driver’s seat.
Biz laughed. “I assume she’s prepared for all occasions.”
Ari rolled her eyes. “Of course. She spent an extra two hundred dollars in baggage fees. In the event we’re forced to attend a funeral, African safari or royal coronation, Jane will be ready.”
“Hey,” Jane chimed in, “you never know what could happen.”
“So true,” Ari agreed. “So we’ll see you on Tuesday? Will you be done with your business by then?”
She glanced at the gym’s front door. “Absolutely. Um, have fun with your shower…I mean
dinner
.” She saw Ari squirm and she grinned. “Just a little flirting, Ari. I’m allowed to do that, right?”
“You’re at the line,” she said before she hung up.
She closed her eyes and pictured the contour of Ari’s body outlined in the shower steam, rivulets cascading across her smooth skin toward her most delicious parts. She opened her eyes and groaned. She would give
anything
to join her in that shower, but first things first. She needed to delete Wanda from her life. The gym closed in another ten minutes and then she’d follow her home. Once she saw her neighborhood, she’d know what she needed to do. She tapped the steering wheel while she listed the goons who might be willing to help her if the price were right.
Her gaze focused on the exit door, she almost didn’t notice the well-dressed man hurrying through the entrance—Andre Williams, Molly Nelson’s former partner.
Chapter Eight
Ari knew Jane wouldn’t tolerate a Budget Inn since the word budget wasn’t in her vocabulary, but she had not expected a suite at the Montage, one of Laguna’s finest resorts, which sat on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
“I’m not particularly thrilled with our accommodations,” Jane said as they unpacked, “but they will have to do.”
“Are you crazy?” she asked.
The three-room suite was larger than Ari’s old condo and could accommodate a family of five comfortably. She eyed the Jacuzzi tub longingly. The amenities were top shelf. She wondered if Jane would notice the extra charge on her credit card if one of the plush robes went missing.
Jane went to the balcony and stared at the hills in front of her. “I’d hoped for an ocean view, but I imagine it’s impossible to get one of those rooms at the last minute.”
“I think we’ll live,” Ari said. “Now, I hope you have a decent outfit I can wear.”
She studied her critically. “Well, given the difference in our heights, the skirt is going to be short and sexy.”
That proved an understatement. As they drove to the Watermarc Restaurant, Ari constantly crossed and uncrossed her legs, cognizant that the black leather skirt barely covered her mid-thigh region. Normally she was okay with just-above-the-knee. In fact, Molly had loved it when she wore her purple miniskirt, but she knew when she sat down her long legs would be almost completely uncovered.
“We must look fabulous,” Jane said as she handed her keys to the valet, who leered at both of them.
They arrived before Sam and his parents and were seated at the premier table. Diners at the Watermarc were afforded stunning views of the high-tide waves surging onto the beach in the blue-black moonlight. She imagined the Garritsons’ wealth and power guaranteed them the best table wherever they went. A middle-aged man continued to stare at them over his menu, but no one else seemed to care.
“See?” Jane said. “It’s California. Everyone is expected to be beautiful. Here we’re just normal.”
Ari shook her head. She’d never thought of herself as beautiful. Her
mother
had been beautiful.
Before they
“Well, Sam’s parents invited us to dinner at this swanky restaurant so we’re heading back to the hotel to get ready.”
Biz heard the trepidation in her voice. “You don’t want to go?”
“No, I’m fine with going, but I didn’t bring anything appropriate to wear.”
“I did,” Jane said from the driver’s seat.
Biz laughed. “I assume she’s prepared for all occasions.”
Ari rolled her eyes. “Of course. She spent an extra two hundred dollars in baggage fees. In the event we’re forced to attend a funeral, African safari or royal coronation, Jane will be ready.”
“Hey,” Jane chimed in, “you never know what could happen.”
“So true,” Ari agreed. “So we’ll see you on Tuesday? Will you be done with your business by then?”
She glanced at the gym’s front door. “Absolutely. Um, have fun with your shower…I mean
dinner
.” She saw Ari squirm and she grinned. “Just a little flirting, Ari. I’m allowed to do that, right?”
“You’re at the line,” she said before she hung up.
She closed her eyes and pictured the contour of Ari’s body outlined in the shower steam, rivulets cascading across her smooth skin toward her most delicious parts. She opened her eyes and groaned. She would give
anything
to join her in that shower, but first things first. She needed to delete Wanda from her life. The gym closed in another ten minutes and then she’d follow her home. Once she saw her neighborhood, she’d know what she needed to do. She tapped the steering wheel while she listed the goons who might be willing to help her if the price were right.
Her gaze focused on the exit door, she almost didn’t notice the well-dressed man hurrying through the entrance—Andre Williams, Molly Nelson’s former partner.
Chapter Eight
Ari knew Jane wouldn’t tolerate a Budget Inn since the word budget wasn’t in her vocabulary, but she had not expected a suite at the Montage, one of Laguna’s finest resorts, which sat on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
“I’m not particularly thrilled with our accommodations,” Jane said as they unpacked, “but they will have to do.”
“Are you crazy?” she asked.
The three-room suite was larger than Ari’s old condo and could accommodate a family of five comfortably. She eyed the Jacuzzi tub longingly. The amenities were top shelf. She wondered if Jane would notice the extra charge on her credit card if one of the plush robes went missing.
Jane went to the balcony and stared at the hills in front of her. “I’d hoped for an ocean view, but I imagine it’s impossible to get one of those rooms at the last minute.”
“I think we’ll live,” Ari said. “Now, I hope you have a decent outfit I can wear.”
She studied her critically. “Well, given the difference in our heights, the skirt is going to be short and sexy.”
That proved an understatement. As they drove to the Watermarc Restaurant, Ari constantly crossed and uncrossed her legs, cognizant that the black leather skirt barely covered her mid-thigh region. Normally she was okay with just-above-the-knee. In fact, Molly had loved it when she wore her purple miniskirt, but she knew when she sat down her long legs would be almost completely uncovered.
“We must look fabulous,” Jane said as she handed her keys to the valet, who leered at both of them.
They arrived before Sam and his parents and were seated at the premier table. Diners at the Watermarc were afforded stunning views of the high-tide waves surging onto the beach in the blue-black moonlight. She imagined the Garritsons’ wealth and power guaranteed them the best table wherever they went. A middle-aged man continued to stare at them over his menu, but no one else seemed to care.
“See?” Jane said. “It’s California. Everyone is expected to be beautiful. Here we’re just normal.”
Ari shook her head. She’d never thought of herself as beautiful. Her
mother
had been beautiful.
Before they
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