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beads right about then. I stuck my hand in my purse and caressed my package of Clorox wipes.
    One of the stall doors opened and Ava walked out, not bothering to hide her fleeting grin.
    I motioned the two women ahead of me. “Y’all go on ahead. I know how badly you . . . itch.”
    “Why thank you, sweetie. Now don’t forget—we want to buy you a drink.”
    They disappeared into the stalls, chatting loudly. We stayed quiet until they left.
    “Now you see where locals get their bad impression of continentals?” Ava said.
    “Oh my, oh yes, God yes,” I said, but I was thinking, “Just so y’all know, I am ashamed these women are from Texas,” à la Natalie Maines circa 2002. So many statesiders brought their worst, most drunken behavior to the islands.
    When I escaped the bathroom, I found Nick texting madly at the bar. A fake thatch roof topped the mahogany bar, giving it a cheesy look that would have worked fine on the beach, but inside the Yacht Club, not so much. Clear bottles of Cruzan Rum with colorful labels for each flavor lined the wall behind it. The popular rum was made on St. Marcos, and you could buy it cheaper than milk. The bartender poured drinks like he had taken one too many sleep aids; his throng of patrons was lined up three-deep before him.
    One of the many nice things Nick had done for me since we first got together was to give up alcohol. He had an O’Doul’s by his right hand. When he saw me, he stuffed his phone into his pocket and replaced it with the beer.
    The insecure teenage girl in me couldn’t help herself.
    “Who were you texting?” I asked.
    “Oh, no one. Work stuff,” he said.
    “Which is it? No one or work?”
    “Umm, work.”
    “Our work?”
    “No, a different case.”
    Why didn’t this make me feel any better? I scanned the room for some giggling hotty reading a sexy text from my husband, but saw none. I needed to get a grip. I tugged at my dress to cover the bulges of post-baby fat.
    “Are you ready to take me home, Mr. Kovacs?”
    “I thought you’d never ask, Mrs. Kovacs.”
    When we exited the club, I slipped off my heels. Without warning, Nick swept me into his arms and marched us to the car.
    “Wow, this is nice. Will I get the kind of treatment tomorrow at work that I’m getting tonight?” I asked.
    He chuckled and deposited me in the passenger seat.
    “Tomorrow we are back to business, Mrs. Kovacs.”
    “All business?”
    “All business. But that’s tomorrow. Tonight we get to pretend that I am the geeky kid who picked up the hot singer after her show.”
    “Excellent. And the next morning the geeky kid goes to work only to discover the hot singer is his new boss?”
    My husband laughed aloud as he turned the Montero to the right and out onto the highway. No blinker. Nick often didn’t bother with the details. Was a blinker technically required when leaving a parking lot? I didn’t know. I hoped he piloted his plane more carefully than he drove.
    “Keep dreaming, Katie.”
    “What? You think I couldn’t handle running the business?”
    He snorted. “Let’s hope the world never has to know.”

Chapter Four
    Nick and I arrived at the gate to the Petro-Mex Refinery at nine a.m. the following morning, a little bleary but upright. The geeky kid/hot singer game plus a wake-up with the twins had kept us up past our bedtime.
    I looked down to admire my outfit. Thank the Lord I had invested in chocolate Spanx pants that let me pull off a professional look without squeezing into my old-life work clothes. The money sunk into my lawyer wardrobe was another reason that losing the rest of my baby weight was a necessity.
    “Nicholas Kovacs and Katie Kovacs, here to see José Ramirez,” Nick informed the guard, handing him our driver’s licenses.
    “Nicholas?” I whispered. “Is that your secret agent name?”
    “Nicholas” did not show any sign that he’d heard my question. Some people had no sense of humor.
    Several uniformed guards emerged from