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the best way to get Joey’s attention.”
    Not to mention the attention of the police department. Flynn could almost hear his colleagues howling with delight over his predicament.
    Dixie shimmied out of her jeans without revealing any skin. The large white shirt almost reached her knees and was actually quite modest when examined in a detached fashion. Flynn was anything but detached, however. She had great legs—slim and well muscled from hours of dancing, no doubt. And there was no hiding her famous bustline.
    Unaware that Flynn couldn’t keep his mind on the subject at hand, Dixie asked, “You don’t mind staying here, do you? I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”
    I doubt that’s possible, Flynn wanted to say.
    â€œI’ll even have your motorcycle brought up here if that would help.”
    She gave him a winsome grin, and Flynn couldn’t help smiling wryly in return. “It might,” he said. At least I’ll have something else to think about.
    With a laugh, she bounded for the phone again. “Consider it done!”
    While she telephoned the bellman to request the Harley, Flynn stripped off his Armani jacket and the expensive-looking tie he’d been given. He hoped the cast had packed a few casual clothes for his character to wear. Designer suits and ties weren’t exactly his style.
    He was plucking gingerly at his fake mustache when Dixie got off the phone.
    â€œOh, don’t take that off yet!” she cried, coming over to pat it back into place. “You’ll need it for the room service guy.”
    â€œOh, come on—”
    â€œNo, no, I’m serious. He might be one of Joey’s spies. Keep the mustache. It looks pretty good.”
    She lingered in front of Flynn, smiling up at him. “Very good, in fact.”
    â€œIt itches,” Flynn complained gruffly.
    â€œWant me to scratch it, sugar?” Her blue eyes sparkled teasingly.
    The moment lengthened. Flynn felt a tug inside his chest as he looked down into her face. She had scrubbed off all her makeup, and she looked wholesome again. She was downright beautiful.
    But there was more. The cleverness in her face was clearly apparent to him. She was smart and talented. And Flynn had noticed how quick she was to give credit for The Flatfoot and the Floozie ’s success to her fellow actors. But her presence had lit up the stage like no other. Still, she seemed not to notice. She wasn’t the least bit self-absorbed.
    An odd trait in a woman who could turn a man’s insides to warm lava.
    Her teasing smile began to fade as she sensed the change of mood.
    â€œUm.” Perhaps she noticed something starting to flicker in his eyes. “Maybe I’d better go take my bath. I usually take one after the show. It relaxes me, you see.”
    Flynn cleared his throat. “Don’t let me stop you.”
    â€œCall me when supper gets here.”
    She slipped into the bathroom, and Flynn heard her turn on the water. He blew a sigh of relief.
    It wasn’t smart to be attracted to the woman you were supposed to be watching, Flynn knew. That was one of the first rules a cop had to learn. Sex always complicated things. Sometimes it screwed up legal cases until the bad guys stayed out of jail.
    Sometimes it cost good cops their jobs.
    Over the sound of running water, Flynn heard Dixie start to warble one of the songs from The Flatfoot and the Floozie. He wondered whether she had taken off all her clothes yet.
    With a silent curse at his active imagination, Flynn made a beeline for the telephone. He probably had time to make a quick call to the precinct to get his mind back where it belonged.
    But Sergeant Kello wasn’t at his desk. He’d gone home for the night. Frustrated, Flynn hung up. He heard Dixie splashing water in the tub.
    How had things gotten this far? He was supposed to be a cop on surveillance—nothing more. But somehow he was masquerading in