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crap. Oh, look here she comes. Emma!”
    I can feel it before I even turn around. Somehow I just know it’s her. There’s a shift in the air and then she’s there, standing next to me, chatting with Sasha. My eyes land on her costume or lack thereof. She’s wearing the tiniest skirt I’ve ever seen and a little bikini top that pushes her breasts up like ripe fruit. It’s covered in purple sequins.  
    When her eyes finally land on me, she makes a sound that’s a cross between a groan and a squeak. “Tank? Oh my god.” She crosses her arms over her chest and the tray she’s carrying falls to the ground. Automatically, I bend to retrieve it which puts me right on eye level with the cleavage.  
    Hell.  

    Time stretches between us painfully as Sasha looks back and forth between us warily. “You two know each other?”  
    “No.”
    “Yes.”  
    We both speak at the same time. Emma looks appalled. Her hands are still covering the front of her bikini top and from the death glare on her face, I’ll lose an eye if my gaze drops anywhere below her neck. It requires a remarkable amount of self-control on my part because the one look I got was spectacular.
    Which of course means I can’t help messing with her a little.
    “ Emma Shaw . Is that you? You look … different somehow. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
    She growls and points a finger at my chest. “What are you doing here? Are you stalking me now?” The movement exposes the left side of her chest and I’m almost blinded by sparkly purple sequins. I blink and when she notices my gaze, she yanks her hand down covering her chest again.
    “I’m doing what every other red-blooded American guy does on a random Tuesday night. Having a beer at a club. Visiting a friend.”
    Sasha is watching us with a knowing grin. “So how do you two know each other?”  
    Emma doesn’t respond so I answer. “I asked Eli to recommend an estate lawyer.”
    Sasha grins. “And let me guess, he recommended Patrick Stevens? Yeah, that makes sense. I’ve done temp work there off and on for several years. That’s how I met Emma, actually. Kay’s family uses him and now Eli does, too. Small world, huh?”
    “Yeah. Small world.” I take another sip of my beer, watching Emma adjust the tiny top shielding her breasts from view.  
    A girl wearing a peacock headdress, sparkly red high heels and a red thong runs up to us.   “Sasha, where have you been? You’re on next!”
    “Oh crap. I have to go. Thanks for coming again Tank. I really appreciate it. Emma, you stay here and keep Tank company while I’m on stage.” Sasha gathers up the edges of her long dress and then rushes after the peacock girl, leaving Emma and I alone in uncomfortable silence.
    The music is pretty loud and for once, I’m grateful for the eardrum splitting decibel level of the music.  
    Emma snatches the tray I’m holding. “I’m still on the clock. I have to work.”
    “Okay. Don’t let me hold you. I’m going to stick around until after Sasha’s set. Can you do me a favor?”
    “What?” She narrows her eyes.
    “If you see the asshole who’s been bothering Sasha, point him out to me.”
    Her eyes gleam in the shifting colors of the strobe lights on the stage, reflecting blue, orange, and red. She nods quickly. “I will definitely do that. He always walks the floor around eleven o’clock.”
    “Give me your phone.”
    She reaches into her pocket and pulls out an ancient flip phone. I take it from her fingers and dial my own number. Then I hang up.  
    “Text me when you see him.”
    She stares at me for a long moment, and then nods. I watch the sway of her hips as she walks away.  
    For the next hour, I listen as Sasha sings everything from jazz standards to covers of popular songs. She has a soft, sultry voice that throbs in your blood and makes you think of twisted sheets and a different kind of rhythm all together. My phone buzzes and I pull it out.
    - - - He’s here. In the red