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word.”
    “Who?”
    “Just tell me what happened last night!” I stomped my foot. Candi flinched, earning me a glare from my faithful moron of a servant.
    My tone had the intended result, though. “I overheard you and your friend talking,” Candi blurted.
    “Yeah, I kind of figured that out.” The tiniest flicker of a memory flashed through my mind, and then it was gone. “What were we saying?”
    She swallowed, her throat bobbing up and down. Her eyes glanced around the room, as if she’d rather be anywhere but here, with me. What the hell had I done to scare her this badly?
    “Please, mademoiselle.” My eyes burned into hers. “I really do need your assistance. I can’t help but feel that my life is at stake.”
    She bit her bottom lip and shook her head.
    “What do you mean?” Karl’s eyes narrowed.
    “Not his life.”
    I scowled. “Excuse me?”
    Candi lowered her voice. “It’s not your life that’s at stake. It’s your fiancée’s.” She paused to lick her plump lips. “You hired someone to kill her.”

Chapter 7
    I n the backseat of my stretch-limo pumpkin, I shut my eyes and considered the stripper’s accusation. Was it possible? Had I truly hired someone to off my future wife? And if so, how? I knew absolutely nothing about how to hire a killer. An escort with a pancake fetish, sure, but a killer? Where did one even begin to look? Kill-Mart? Murderers-R-Us? A National Woodsmen’s Meeting?
    As hard as I racked my brain for an answer or even a glimmer of a memory, the only thing that came to mind was a rose entwined in wire, which made no sense unless I’d hired a sadistic garden gnome to off my fiancée.
    “Sir,” Karl said. “What’re we going to do?”
    Good question. I tapped my finger against my bottom lip, hoping for inspiration. Damn RJ and his revenge. This was his fault. I was fine with marrying Beauty.
    Well, not fine exactly.
    But I hadn’t subconsciously hired anyone to bash her head in until RJ showed up. Yet. And to think I’d sent him a gravy boat for a wedding present. Asia deserved better.
    Asia! That’s it. I scrolled through my p-Phone in search of her cell number, finally locating it under the folder “Chicks I’d Do if We Weren’t Related.” A fairly long list. I pressed Send and waited while the phone connected.
    “Not a good time, Jean-Michel.” Asia’s warm voice crackled through the phone line.
    “Put your husband on the line.”
    “He’s a little preoccupied at the moment.” She yelled to someone on the other side of the phone. “Duck and cover, baby.”
    “Damn it, Asia,” I yelled. “Put RJ on now!”
    A loud crash followed my demand, and for a moment, I thought Asia had hung up. A few seconds later RJ picked up, breathing heavy. “What?!”
    RJ had ruined my life, and all he could say was “What?” Rage replaced my attempted murder–induced stupor. I wanted to reach through the phone and choke the life out of my former villainous friend. “I hired someone to kill Beauty!”
    RJ snorted. “You did?”
    My lips curved into a frown. “Yes, I did. Because of you!”
    “Oh yeah?” RJ said, distracted.
    “Yes! Damn it!” I stomped my foot.
    “Is that why you’re calling? Because I’m a little,” he yelped, “busy at the moment. Asia, honey, hand me those nail clippers.”
    Asia’s muffled response drifted through the line, and it was neither sweet nor particularly loving. RJ laughed and then sobered as another voice boomed, “Fee-fi-fo-fum.”
    “Shit.” RJ fumbled with the phone. “Jean-Michel, I don’t have time to listen to you whine right now. So spill whatever it is you want or I’m hanging up.”
    “I have to stop Beauty’s murder.”
    “So stop it.”
    “You don’t understand.” I clutched the phone, panic lacing my every word. “I don’t remember anything about last night.”
    “So?”
    “So I don’t remember who I hired or even where to find him,” I explained through clenched teeth.
    “Ah. I see.”