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?“Wanted to make sure I was on time,” Mark said. “Is the sound technician here?”
?“Not yet, but any minute now,” she told him and brought a finger under his chin in another possessive move. God, that woman was using every trick!
?“I like your suit,” she breathed.
?Crap! Watkins was falling for it. Are all men so easy? I guess I like it when I can get a man’s attention with a few well-timed maneuvers, but I sure hated how easily she was doing it.
?“My wife picked it…I mean…thanks,” Mark said, suddenly tongue-tied.
?I guess he hadn’t meant to say his wife picked his suit. I knew she’d passed away a couple of years ago, but did Candy? Maybe she would back off?
?“I thought I heard voices when I came in,” Mark told her, and he glanced backstage.
?“Just me,” Candy assured, and her fingers moved through his hair, twining it, then releasing it. She took a deep breath, as if touching him had excited her.
?“I…uh…took your advice and went into the Marketplace,” Mark went on.
?“Find anything good?”
?“A guy loaned me a fancy pipe for the speech tonight.”
?She seemed thrilled by this, and a big smile grew on her face. “That’s really nice. So what are you doing after?”
?“After?” Mark asked.
?“Your speech, silly,” Candy told him, and moved closer so that she was pressing her chest against him. “I’m free for the evening.”
?Mom had been right. Candy was a slut.
?“I was going to get dinner,” Mark fumbled, then finally got the not-at-all-subtle hint. “Uh…would you care to—”
?“Join you? I’d love to. I heard there’s a great Italian place up the street,” she prattled as her index finger traced a line around his ear.
?“Oh…uh…you mean Patsy’s? Hard to get a reservation,” Mark hemmed and hawed.
?I felt a bit like a voyeur, annoyed that she was leading him on. Then the thought struck me: why was she leading him on? Last I knew the bimbo was banging my ex. Had they broken up? Had Randall finally gotten his tiny brain working and given the blonde bitch the heave-ho?
?“Ho” being the appropriate word choice.
?“I’ll take care of that.” She gave him her best smile. “Since I know you’re already here, I’ll go make a call.”
?She jiggled down the stairs, and with a wave headed up the aisle and out. He watched her pert little rear end as she left.
?I tried to calm my annoyance that a man whose work I respected could be turned into a quivering mass of hormones by a pretty face. Okay, maybe it was my personal animus against that specific face.
?I wonder how pretty she’d be once I ripped her eyes out.
?I really needed to get a handle on this violent streak that had blossomed lately.
?“You Watson?” a voice grumbled on the stage, and I turned back to peer up at Mark.
?A large man stood at the edge of the screen. Had this been the man Candy spoke with in the shadows?
?“Uh…Wat-KINS, yeah,” Mark told him.
?The heavy man walked into the light. He was dressed all in black and carried a small black box connected to a wire and tiny microphone.
?“Nice to see one of the speakers gettin’ someplace early,” he grunted. “I’m Joe. I’m your sound man.”
