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rolled onto my side heaving, gasping for breath.
    “Sorry,” she reached for me and I grabbed her hand, my knuckles going white while I struggled for control. “Funny story!”
    “Then, today he came by…”
    “And that’s why you’re sitting here pulling a Marilyn.”
    I tucked my hem farther under my legs.
    “Did you do him again?”
    I nodded. “But then things turned weird again. He’s complicated.”
    “What do you mean?” Her brows dove for her nose. “What did he do?”
    “He told me he was bad news.” I sniffed.
    “You like him like him?”
    “Yeah, but he’s different. Maybe that’s why I like him.”
    “Of course he is. He’s rich. ‘The rich are different’.”
    She gazed my way from under her mass of hair. “So do you have another date?”
    “Tonight.”
    Her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows ran up under her hair away from the sudden look in her eye.
    “Tonight, no. Honey, you can’t cancel on Pablo.”
    “What about you, Leslie. You know you can work a tablet. Live blogging is not that complicated.” I was being evil. She texted me earlier to tell me she had another date with Caden Morning.
    I had sent back, “fine.”
    She shook her finger at me.
    “Don’t mess with me girl. You will not like the consequences.”
    We know each other too well.
    “Stop freaking out. My date’s dinner after Pablo’s. Don’t worry, I won’t leave the boardman hanging.”
    “Just don’t call him the boring man again.” Uncontrollable laughter bubbled again. When we were college girls trying to close Sleepy Key Gear as our first client bigger than the campus newspaper, I’d referred to Pablo as the boring man at a meeting. I thought he’d left the conference room to check on a customer, but he’d been standing right behind me.
    Grace saved the moment by shrieking, “Boardman! Great tagline, Grace.”
    Pablo bought the dodge, and we ran our first paid ad campaign ever presenting him as the Sleepy Key boardman. The line didn’t catch on, but he’d liked us and stuck with us while we figured how to transfer the academic theories about marketing and branding we’d learned in college to real life.
    “I told you, now you tell me about Caden Morning.”
    Her eyelids dropped and she peeked at me through her long lashes.
    “Mr. Morning done me good.” She ran her hand through her hair and sighed. “He’s kinky, in an interesting way.”
    Leslie blushed.
    She never blushes.
    “And he wore me out. I’ve got to rest before my date with him tonight. He’s one that I have to be on my guard for. I need my…” She gazed sideways at me, “beauty sleep.”
    “JeSUS, unfair, Leslie you have to tell me more.”
    She waved her palm.
    “Not today, babe, sorry. Don’t want to jinx it.” She bounced up and darted into her room, red heels flashing, leaving the faint scent of a sexy night in her wake.
    Seconds later I heard her shower start.
    I sat there breathing hard. She could make me furious. Leslie lived like Karl: she had to have her way and control those around her.
    Even so, I still love her.
    Maybe that says something about me. I don’t want to go there now and now it’s after six, just time to wash and get over to Pablo’s.
     

nineteen
     
    Live blogging can be fun. Our company, Styles and Grace, had done a decent job promoting the launch of Pablo’s new line, which he called without a lot of originality, Sleepy Dude Shorts. Inside joke: the line has very few men’s items, the catalog’s mostly bikinis. Or rather cloth bits that might just cover your parts.
    Pablo’s mostly hired skinny girls for sales clerks. They sported different items from the swimwear line, except for Amy. She dealt with the same problem as me: a normal appetite and metabolism. She and I worked the cameras, taking pictures of the beach bunnies wearing the different pieces, and the men trying to look at the girls without looking like they were looking.
    I used the new wireless camera that Pablo just bought