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I’m not going to really swipe clippings.”
    â€œI don’t even know what a clipping is.” He steered the car into the circular drive. The garages were probably around the back but this seemed like the logical thing to do so they could unload their luggage. Besides, having to move the car later would give him the opportunity to nose around.
    Shrill laughter came from somewhere on the side of the house. They both twisted around for a look. A tall redhead opened the white trellis gate and ran through the garden in a tiny bikini bottom, no top, her enormous breasts bouncing with her laughter. Behind her a bare-chested man gave chase.
    â€œOh, boy,” Cassie swung around to look straight ahead. “Okay, now I’m nervous.”

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    â€œI S THERE SOMETHING you forgot to tell me?” Cassie glared at Dalton. “I’m not getting out of this car until you explain to me what just happened. And then, frankly, I probably still won’t get out.”
    He watched the couple disappear on the other side of the house. “I have no idea.” He looked at Cassie, his expression one of such surprise that she believed him. “I swear to God I don’t.”
    She hunched down in the seat. “This looks more like a swing club.”
    â€œLet’s not jump to conclusions.”
    â€œWhat’s there to jump to? She was naked. Outside for anyone to see.”
    â€œShe was topless, not naked.”
    â€œOh, excuse me. That makes a difference. I’m not getting out of this car.”
    â€œCassie, come on, you can’t quit now.”
    â€œThis has nothing to do with quitting.” She folded her arms across her chest. The woman probably had implants. Nobody was that big for real. Were they?
    â€œGuess you just don’t have what it takes to be an investigator. My mistake.”
    Her heart plummeted, and then she realized what hewas doing. “Nice try, Styles. Psychology 101 has nothing on you.”
    A knock on the car window drew both their attention.
    A young blond woman, about Cassie’s age, motioned for Dalton to put his window down.
    The woman then stood back, waiting for him to comply. She wore short shorts and a tucked-in pink T-shirt that showed off another pair of large breasts. “You must be Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”
    Cassie glanced down at her own B-cups while Dalton replied.
    They were perfectly nice breasts. Just not very large.
    â€œMy name is Mary Jane.” Smiling, with a flawless set of white, straight teeth, she opened his door. “I’m Mr. Blankenship’s assistant. Welcome to Back to Basics.”
    â€œSo we are at the right place,” Dalton said as he got out, and Cassie stayed put.
    Mary Jane glanced over her shoulder toward where the couple had disappeared, and then made a face when she looked back at Dalton. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll have a word with Simone. She’s European and insists on sunbathing and swimming topless, which is fine, but she shouldn’t have left the pool area like that.”
    Dalton ducked his head to meet Cassie’s eyes. He gave her a meaningful look. “Honey, are you getting out?”
    Swimming and sun bathing topless was fine? Right.
    She started when her door opened. Mary Jane had come around the car and opened it.
    â€œWe have a very special room set up for you and Mr. Styles. I’ll take you both inside and then I’ll get your luggage.”
    â€œCall me Cassie.”
    â€œOf course, whatever you prefer.” Mary Jane had never stopped smiling, reminding her of a Stepford wife. She stepped back to give Cassie room.
    Cassie got out of the car and gave Dalton a look that said, This better not be weird.
    â€œIf you follow me I’ll give you a tour of the house, point out the common areas where we socialize. Some of the rooms are used for private business, of course. But I’m sure that’s of no interest to you.”
    Cassie and Dalton