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“Well, do you honestly expect me to take my clothes off?”
“In astrip club? Of course not…”
“I thought you were different from the other guys.”
“You’re right.” I nodded. “I came here, paid the thousand-dollar privacy fee, all because I was hoping to have a deep conversation wit an undercover psychologist.”
“Really?” She smiled. “I am totally open to that. What’s bothering you lately?”
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I picked up my cell phone, noticing new text messages from my sister.
Crown
Hey. I’m sure you’re probably hiding out in some new city again, so I’m reminding you about my grand opening today in Manhattan since I pushed up the date.
If you can’t come, please don’t send me your usual ‘Sorry I couldn’t make it’ flowers. Make it up to me in person later. :-)
“Mr. Carter?” The librarian snapped her fingers. “I’m ready to dive into your feelings whenever you are. Are you still upset about losing that big fight to Juarez? I bet that really hurt, huh?”
“This has to be a nightmare.”
“Let’s compromise.” She unfastened the top button of her sweater. “I’ll unbutton a few more and let you see half a breast as long as you keep talking.”
“I’ve seen enough,” I said. “You don’t need to take any of your clothes off. I shouldn’t be here anyway.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Never coming back.” I pulled a wad of hundreds from my pocket and placed them in her tip jar. “Thank you for making me see things clearly.”
I pushed the door open and left the room.
With any luck, I could make it to Manhattan by the afternoon and disappear into another city by nightfall.
Slipping into the back alley, I signaled for the valet to bring my car.
“I didn’t lose him, sir.” Shy Librarian followed me, now sporting a ‘The Punisher: Forever Undefeated’ t-shirt and shorts.
She stepped in front of me with a phone up to her ear.
“We’re at the back of the club,” she said. “Yes, I’ll make sure he doesn’t drive away. Even if I have to knock him out.”
I didn’t want to ask what she was doing, so I called Hayden.
“Yeah?” he answered on the first ring.
“What were you telling me about that emergency meeting earlier?” I said, using our secret code for ‘Start talking about something random so I can leave an awkward date or situation.’
“I’m in love with your sister.”
“Please don’t remind me.”
He laughed. “I was watching the celebrity news this morning and there was a story about you slapping one of your fans in a bar bathroom. Is that true?”
“He slapped me first.”
“I doubt he hurt you.” He sighed. “You’rethe professional fighter. Is he filing charges?”
“If he does, and all the facts come out, no one will be on his side.”
