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easy.”
    Zenobia smiled. “So you do care.”
    “No.”
    “Well, then tell me why you are asking.”
    Grant threw his hands up in frustration. “Whatever, never mind. I knew it was stupid to come to you.”
    He made to leave, but Zenobia quickly grabbed his shoulder, holding him back.
    “Wait. Look. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just don’t think that it’s my place to say anything.”
    “Do you know her then?”
    “I used to. Not much now, though. She’s been away for awhile.” Zenobia paused. Grant was bursting to ask her more, but he was afraid that if he started saying something, he’d interrupt Zenobia’s flow. “I’m just saying… don’t get too hung up on her. Unless there’s something, you’re not telling me.”
    “But why?”
    “She’s not your ordinary girl.”
    Well, duh.
    “She hasn’t been with anyone in a very, very long time.”
    “But why then go to a contest like the Casa Blanca's Summer Bombshell!”
    That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? Grant had walked in on at least five other contestants getting it on backstage. It seemed like everyone who was making it through the rounds had the same goal in their minds.
    “Maybe she wants something else.”
    “But what?”
    Zenobia laughed softly. “I don’t know, Grant. You should ask her that, though. You can say whatever you want, but this is really bugging you, and I think it might be worth it to try to talk to Vivica, rather than put on your speed-dating charm.”
    They both shared a chuckle and it was like a curtain of tension between them had dissipated.
    “Okay. Um. Can I go get a drink, or is your boyfriend going to lay the smackdown on me?”
    Zenobia laughed and looked over at where Wes was pretending really hard he wasn’t listening. “I think you’ll be all right.”
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    The week had gone by smoothly. Grant had made it through each and every round, and so had Vivica. Instead of doing what Zenobia had suggested he should, though, he had backed away from her completely.
    It wasn’t done at random. He had a plan. A cunning plan at that. Now, whether or not he could pull it off was entirely up to chance, but Grant was nothing if not self-confident. He had run his plan by Domino, his pet Labrador, and general consent was that his plan was good. And tonight was the contest finale. It was his last—and only—chance.
    Vivica didn’t seem too suspicious of the sudden cold shoulder Grant was presenting. She had given him a few diffident glares, much like a cat that doesn’t trust you not to prowl on their turf, but Grant had doggedly refused to step within ten feet of her. Considering how small the changing room was, that was no easy feat.
    Zenobia had said something—maybe there were other reasons for the contest than getting laid, and Grant was trying to figure them out. If he couldn’t… well, then it was pointless for him to even try approaching Vivica again. It was something new for Grant, who never waited for anything in his life, but he figured giving it a shot couldn’t hurt.
    As he stripped out of his outfit night after night for the cheering crowd, he found that the thrill didn’t come from knowing how many of them wanted him. There was only one person that he cared about and he was putting on his best show for her.
    Vivica was suspicious, but that was okay. Grant still had some time to prove himself to her. And he would. As the contest progressed, he realized he enjoyed dancing and enjoyed entertaining people more than fucking cheap tricks against the bathroom door. The rest of the contestants faded in the background as Grant found himself in front of his mirror at home, rehearsing the number he was going to do for his final number. He had the perfect song for closing night. It was from the same artist Vivica had chosen the first night, and Grant thought it put into words what he was feeling more than he could.
    He was backstage drinking something with a pink umbrella sticking out