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removed his tie and rolled up his sleeves in the car, and still didn’t fit in with everyone else. He’d agreed with Margarine’s choice of diner just to get her to come with him.
    His Oxbows crunched over the scattered peanut shells on the floor. Ignoring the flirtatious winks, he sat down and asked the waitress to give him a few moments to wait for his friend. She returned with his glass of water, and without any pretense, slipped a napkin with her phone number written in bright pink ink. He crumbled the napkin up and shoved it into his pocket to throw away later.
    The band played loudly, and Margarine strolled through the front door. Remy’s hand trembled, and he set down his glass of water and stared. The woman walked toward him with the air of a sex goddess.
    Decked out in black leather tight enough to call skin, she strutted across the floor in over-the-knee black leather boots with her helmet tucked under her arm. Every male in the restaurant stopped to appreciate the woman who came to eat with him. Lucky dog.
    Margarine tossed her hair over her shoulder and gave him a wave.
    He stood up.
    “I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.” Margarine set her helmet down in the booth across from him and slid into his side of the table. Nothing she did, he expected. He’d figured her wrong again.
    “I didn’t know how far I had to follow you to your home, so I hope you don’t mind eating here. I don’t have any fancy dresses, and this place is comfy.”
    Remy caught the scent of her. His nostrils flared, and he inhaled. What is that smell? It reminded him of…something. A flower. Jasmine? Yeah, jasmine.
    The waitress approached the booth to take their orders. Margarine gave a squeal, stood, and gave the same waitress who’d flirted with Remy a hug. Oh, hell.
    “Remy meet Candy. Remy is my new employer.” Margie pointed to Remy. He tipped his chin in Candy’s direction without meeting her eyes.
    “A new job? I thought you worked down on Seventeenth at that swanky place?”
    “Nope, I’m a housekeeper now.” Margie grinned.
    “No shit?”
    Remy concentrated on the band and kept a look out on the two women. The situation might require interference if Candy got it in her head to pass along her flirty ways. He would allow nothing to get between Margarine and her agreement to work for him. Without the job, he worried she might take off, and his chances with her would disappear.
    Margarine sat down, and he ordered for the both of them. He smiled at the way she nodded her approval over his order of steak and baked potatoes.
    “How do you know Candy?” Remy leaned on the table.
    “I used to work here.”
    “Really?” He didn’t want to ask why she no longer worked here, but curiosity won out. “Why don’t you work here any longer?”
    “See that mechanical bull over there?” Margie pointed to the contraption over in the corner. “A man just happened to ride that going over the speed that’s allowed and fell off into the jukebox.”
    Remy’s laughter filled the air. “I take it you were the one controlling the speed on the ride?”
    Margarine nodded and smiled. “The guy had a habit of slapping our asses as we waited the tables. I could only take it for so long before I put a stop to it. The manager, however, was afraid of a lawsuit and fired me on the spot to please the guy who crashed and burned.”
    “A little vigilante justice.” He nodded.
    “Exactly!”
    Margarine’s eyes twinkled in delight. He always thought the term “twinkled” was a line of bull he read in a book, but damn if her eyes wouldn’t light up a pitch-black room.
    It pleased him for some reason how she took these setbacks in stride. Three jobs in who knows how long, and she hired on with him.
    “Can I ask you a question?”
    “Sure.” She drank a sip of water.
    “Two waitressing jobs, a coffee server…and now a maid. Is there anything you won’t try?”
    “You forgot my stint as a hairdresser and bagging