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Authors: Jennifer Crusie
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What he says to you, we will hear and tape."
"Big deal." Victoria sniffed. "I don't see what's so tough about this."
Harry sighed. "That's what I'm afraid of."
"In fact, we don't even need your blonde, Alec, so I can still have lunch with Janice," Victoria went on. "I'm already having dinner with Mr. Bondman tomorrow evening. A friend is introducing us because of the wonderful real estate investment Mr. Bondman is offering." She batted her eyes at Harry. "And they pay you to do this. Really, it's so simple."
"You're what?" Alec said, startled.
"It was so simple," Victoria repeated. "You didn't need to seduce that woman after all."
"I didn't seduce her," Alec said.
"Not for lack of trying, I'm sure." Victoria gazed at him with pseudosympathy. "Did she turn you down? How marvelous for you. See, you're failing already. Do you feel any character growth?"
"Aunt Vic," Alec began, and Harry stood up and interrupted him.
"I'll call you tomorrow morning and set up a time for the wire," he told Victoria.
She shook her head. "Not tomorrow morning. My paper is tomorrow morning and so is Janice's. Tomorrow afternoon."
Harry gave up. "Fine. But do not go near Bond until I've got you wired."
"Bondman," Victoria said. "I gather Bond is his real name. How careless of you to let it slip."
"Aunt Vic," Alec said. "That's enough."
"Thank you," Harry said to him. "I was hoping somebody would say that."
"You have to work with Harry," Alec told his aunt. "And Harry is not a nice man. Do not antagonize him."
"He antagonized me first," Victoria said.
"Oh, that's mature," Alec said. "Listen, both of you. Try not to call each other names until after we've nailed Bond, okay?"
"All right," Victoria said. "I apologize, Harry."
Harry growled, and stomped out of the room.
Alec bent and kissed her cheek. "Harry's sorry too. Get some sleep. You're going to be trapping a major menace to society tomorrow."
"Would that be Harry?" Victoria asked sweetly.
"Good night, Aunt Vic," Alec said sternly, and left her.
Victoria started to laugh as soon as the door closed behind him. She'd been right. Harry was better than Donald.
A lot better.
Donald Compton met Brian Bond in the bar at eleven; by eleven-thirty, they were elbow-deep in a prospectus for an exclusive real estate development in the Keys. Bond felt his pulse kick up as he explained the deal and Donald nodded in agreement at every turn. The perfect mark, God bless him, and he was all Bond's.
"This is very hush-hush," Bond said. "But the great thing about this investment is that there's nobody else even interested in this property because of the environmental impact hassles. We're getting the land at rock-bottom prices."
"EPA, though, Brian. That's bad." Donald looked owlishly wise.
"Nah," Bond said. "We've got somebody in Washington. The fix will be in by the end of the month. And the land values will shoot through the roof."
Donald brightened considerably, and Bond moved in for the kill. "Now here's what I'd recommend you invest…"
Eight miles away, Sheree got off the bus at the Riverbend bus terminal and stretched. A day of bus travel had not made her feel any better about her life. She'd find a cheap motel for the night, she decided, and then track Brian down the next day. She picked up her suitcase and headed for the neon motel sign she could see two blocks down.
It was a hassle that she'd forgotten the name of the hotel, she thought as she trudged along, but how many places could be having a literature conference? Tomorrow she'd start calling around. And then she'd find Brian.
And then they'd see what was going to happen, boy.
Then they'd see.
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CHAPTER THREE
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Dennie left the room the next morning in the good gray suit that she wore only when she wanted to impress people with her seriousness. It did double duty in that it also impressed her with her seriousness. She slipped into the back of the lecture room, feeling very focused and mature, just
"Big deal." Victoria sniffed. "I don't see what's so tough about this."
Harry sighed. "That's what I'm afraid of."
"In fact, we don't even need your blonde, Alec, so I can still have lunch with Janice," Victoria went on. "I'm already having dinner with Mr. Bondman tomorrow evening. A friend is introducing us because of the wonderful real estate investment Mr. Bondman is offering." She batted her eyes at Harry. "And they pay you to do this. Really, it's so simple."
"You're what?" Alec said, startled.
"It was so simple," Victoria repeated. "You didn't need to seduce that woman after all."
"I didn't seduce her," Alec said.
"Not for lack of trying, I'm sure." Victoria gazed at him with pseudosympathy. "Did she turn you down? How marvelous for you. See, you're failing already. Do you feel any character growth?"
"Aunt Vic," Alec began, and Harry stood up and interrupted him.
"I'll call you tomorrow morning and set up a time for the wire," he told Victoria.
She shook her head. "Not tomorrow morning. My paper is tomorrow morning and so is Janice's. Tomorrow afternoon."
Harry gave up. "Fine. But do not go near Bond until I've got you wired."
"Bondman," Victoria said. "I gather Bond is his real name. How careless of you to let it slip."
"Aunt Vic," Alec said. "That's enough."
"Thank you," Harry said to him. "I was hoping somebody would say that."
"You have to work with Harry," Alec told his aunt. "And Harry is not a nice man. Do not antagonize him."
"He antagonized me first," Victoria said.
"Oh, that's mature," Alec said. "Listen, both of you. Try not to call each other names until after we've nailed Bond, okay?"
"All right," Victoria said. "I apologize, Harry."
Harry growled, and stomped out of the room.
Alec bent and kissed her cheek. "Harry's sorry too. Get some sleep. You're going to be trapping a major menace to society tomorrow."
"Would that be Harry?" Victoria asked sweetly.
"Good night, Aunt Vic," Alec said sternly, and left her.
Victoria started to laugh as soon as the door closed behind him. She'd been right. Harry was better than Donald.
A lot better.
Donald Compton met Brian Bond in the bar at eleven; by eleven-thirty, they were elbow-deep in a prospectus for an exclusive real estate development in the Keys. Bond felt his pulse kick up as he explained the deal and Donald nodded in agreement at every turn. The perfect mark, God bless him, and he was all Bond's.
"This is very hush-hush," Bond said. "But the great thing about this investment is that there's nobody else even interested in this property because of the environmental impact hassles. We're getting the land at rock-bottom prices."
"EPA, though, Brian. That's bad." Donald looked owlishly wise.
"Nah," Bond said. "We've got somebody in Washington. The fix will be in by the end of the month. And the land values will shoot through the roof."
Donald brightened considerably, and Bond moved in for the kill. "Now here's what I'd recommend you invest…"
Eight miles away, Sheree got off the bus at the Riverbend bus terminal and stretched. A day of bus travel had not made her feel any better about her life. She'd find a cheap motel for the night, she decided, and then track Brian down the next day. She picked up her suitcase and headed for the neon motel sign she could see two blocks down.
It was a hassle that she'd forgotten the name of the hotel, she thought as she trudged along, but how many places could be having a literature conference? Tomorrow she'd start calling around. And then she'd find Brian.
And then they'd see what was going to happen, boy.
Then they'd see.
----
CHAPTER THREE
Previous Top Next
Dennie left the room the next morning in the good gray suit that she wore only when she wanted to impress people with her seriousness. It did double duty in that it also impressed her with her seriousness. She slipped into the back of the lecture room, feeling very focused and mature, just
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