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showed through the thin, ruffled shirt he wore.
    Becky whistled and began to laugh. “He’s pretty.”
    Zane clucked his tongue, mentally echoing her.
    The man welcomed them to a night of debauchery and decadence, and almost immediately he began to pick people out of the crowd and insult them. Zane was surprised at first, but the packed audience was eating it up.
    The man turned his attention on them with an appreciative whistle. “Well hello, beautiful,” he said in a deep voice as he took a few steps toward their table. “Where have you been all my life? Where are you from, gorgeous?”
    Becky laughed and sat forward. “Austin, Texas.”
    “Yeah, wait your turn, honey, I’m talking to your boyfriend.”
    Becky cackled and covered her mouth with her hands, looking at Zane as the audience laughed.
    Zane felt himself blushing. He laughed and shook his head, meeting the man’s eyes with a strange rush of excitement. He realized he was enjoying the attention.
    The man on stage gave him a rakish once over. “Congratulations on your face, darlin’,” he said, and then moved on, addressing a few other couples.
    Zane watched him, his mouth ajar. He’d rarely experienced even a passing interest in anyone but his wife. What was it about this guy that had caught his eye?
    It wasn’t long before a woman joined the man on stage. They made an attractive couple, with talent and chemistry. Their voices battled for supremacy at times, other times melding together smooth as silk. They sang, told jokes, and even performed some physical gags, almost like skits. And some of the sexiest costumes Zane had ever seen. He wasn’t watching the sensuous curves of the woman in her corset, though, but rather the solid lines of the man’s shoulders as he moved. When he offered his rendition of “House of the Rising Sun,” it raised the hairs on Zane’s arms. He couldn’t look away.
    For the last act of the show, the woman sang a rousing patriotic burlesque number as the man weaved his way through the crowd with his bowler hat, collecting tips from the tables. He would clap along with the music as he moved from table to table, egging people on and getting the crowd involved. Zane’s eyes followed his movements. Over the last hour of watching him, Zane had decided that he was definitely attracted to the man. It didn’t strike him as odd, but it was distracting enough that he had to sit and dwell on it.
    When the performer approached their table, Zane’s heart rate sped up. The man grinned at them, showing perfect teeth to go with his handsome face. He held his hat out, and Zane dug out a hundred dollar bill and tossed it in, trying to get a look at the guy’s eyes. He decided they were green.
    The guy watched the bill flutter into his hat, then twirled the hat around his hand and displayed the empty inside of it to them, his expression scandalized as he discovered the seemingly disappearing bill. Becky laughed and Zane grinned, impressed with the man’s nimble fingers. The bill was nowhere to be found.
    He bowed, then plopped the hat on his head and gave Zane a wink as he turned away.
    Zane’s heart gave a skip and he cleared his throat, growing more flustered and confused by his reaction.
    Becky leaned closer, biting her lip on a smile. “I just want you to know that if you ever wanted to hit that, I’d totally be behind it if I could watch.”
    “Oh my God,” Zane muttered, but he couldn’t help but laugh.
    “You’re blushing!”
    Zane laughed harder. “Let’s just go.”
    “I told you it’d be fun,” she said as she grabbed for her coat.
    They were standing from their table when the woman who’d been performing came up behind them and put her hands on each of their shoulders to keep them in their seats.
    “Did you enjoy the show?” she purred.
    Becky beamed up at her. “Oh, it was so much fun.”
    The woman gave her a gracious nod. “Would the two of you be interested in joining us for an