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isolated apartment problem.”
    That sounded good, didn’t it ? Nate looked to Betty. She was frowning and looking into her sink.
    “I have no idea what you are talking about, but get your ass out of there before you get found out. I’m guessing by all the role play, you’re not down for this job anyway.”
    Nate kicked the cabinet doors shut before Betty could start looking at the wrench he’d gotten stuck on the pipe.
    “If you really need me at the job across town, are you going to send someone else to finish here?”
    Okay, so he was being really obtuse, but he hoped his boss would get the message. He didn’t want anyone else stripping for his Blue-eyed Betty.
    “Oh, shit. Not only do you not want to strip for this woman because you know her, but you don’t want anyone else getting her off either? This is a business, Dallas. If someone pays another five hundred bucks for a different dancer to take their clothes off for this woman, I will send them out.”
    “Well, maybe I should hang here then if you can’t get someone out immediately.”
    “Fucking shit, Dallas. It’s a chick. It’s not like your dick can’t find another dozen like a damn dousing rod.” His boss huffed. “If it makes you feel better, I doubt this Ang lady will order again. She did this for an April Fool’s Day prank. And she said it was a stupid idea. Does that put your little sensitive heart at ease?”
    It shouldn’t. But it did.
    “As long as you’re sure we can get this problem fixed for the client. I’m good with that.”
    Nate hung up before he would have to lie any more in front of Betty.
    “You can’t fix it?”
    Nate looked down into her sea blue eyes and knew instantly, he should have become a plumber. He wanted to fix everything for her when she looked at him like that.
    “Unfortunately, no. But I am having them send someone else. Really soon.”
    She frowned at the sink full of water. “I’m just trying to figure out how I’m going to cook dinner without a sink.”
    “This next job won’t take all day.” Nate thought about the handcuffs in his tool box and wondered if he even had it in him to go to his next real job. He looked at Betty and got lost in her eyes again.
    She smiled back. “Why do you keep staring at me?”
    “Because I’m trying to get up the nerve to ask you to dinner.”
    Her full lips pressed together like she was trying to contain her perfect smile. When her lips parted with a laugh, he felt his chest puff in pride. Then the Velcro made a noise in the silence.
    “What was that?”
    Nate relaxed his arms. “That was the noise my heart strings make when they are being tugged by a beautiful woman I should have never lost touch with. And you didn’t say yes yet. Can I take you out to dinner? I can come back and pick you up at seven.”
    “I think I’d like that. I’d offer to write down my address and phone number, but you already have both through the plumbing company.”
    The address, yes, but he didn’t have her phone number. He was supposed to arrive and strip, not ask her to fill out a phone survey afterwards.
    “Actually, the company forwards the calls through their offices. Could I have your number?”
    “Sure.”
    He hadn’t planned on her grabbing his phone. His background was a pic of himself stripping. Shit .
    “Oh.” Betty held the phone away from her line of sight.
    “Um…that was a photo shoot from a while ago. It was a little crazy.”
    “I guess so.” She handed him his phone back. “Those old ladies look like they were having a good time. Maybe you should enter my number.”
    The old ladies had been excited as hell until he’d tripped over his malfunctioning tearaway pants. Having a nursing home crowd give him a golf clap instead of a tip hadn’t been his finest moment. He needed to change that picture. His handler had come along for that first job, and put the blasted pic back on his homescreen every time he left his cell within the other man’s reach. Nate