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names and they’re rich enough that it won’t be easy to just get to them,” Percy points out, chewing on her third piece of liquorice in ten minutes.
    I know she’s doing this on purpose since I can’t eat one of my favorite sweets right now without vomiting.
    They all start cackling together and joking around at my expense, the usual occurrence since I was stupid enough to share my angst with them, and I find myself waiting somewhat patiently for them to stop before glaring Indie to silence.
    “You’re either here to help or you can bounce, loser. I have a problem here, not the joke of the freaking week.”
                  “Okay, okay, calm down,” she mutters, plopping down beside me for a hug that earns her a shirt full of my tears. “We’ll fix this. We just need to put our heads together and think about this.”
    “Oh! Oh, I know. We could go all Nancy Drew and start following our targets and investigating and doing all that cool stuff.”
    “What are we, in the third freaking grade, you freak?” Indie yells at Percy. “I know you have a lesbian crush on that character, but it’s not happening. Firstly, I’m not putting on some stupid coat and skulking in the shadows. I have style. I also will not be digging through trash or any of that weird stuff you’re thinking about.”
    “I wasn’t.”
    We all see her blush and look of guilt, though. Poor darling. There goes her dreams.
    “Plus, just think about how long it would take. The kid’ll be in college by the time we get anything. No go, Percival dear.”
    “Fine, then what’s your plan, huh? You gonna intimidate the Greater San Fran population with your glare?”
    “You’re just sore because I got more wontons than you did.”
    “Because he was afraid of you! I was nice and I got freaking two. Two!”
    “Silence!” Luci yells, shoving Percy’s foot away and coming to her feet to pace, her face all kinds of wicked as she starts thinking. “It occurs to me that all the names on that list belong to some of the wealthiest men in the country.”
    “Oooo, your baby daddy loaded,” Percy coos, getting a glare from us all.
    Like I care about that right now. In fact, the thought of having to go to some rich guy who was enough of a dick to have me thrown out of a hotel is not making me happy.
    “My point being that we should be able to find him if we can land some of the bigger jobs we’ve looked into. There are at least four functions in the next two months that Althea threw our way, and they’re high-end events. The elite will all be there. What I propose is we get all the guest lists ready and start comparing names. If we can get at least half of those guys to one event and you can get a look at them, we should be able to narrow it down considerably.”
    Okay, I’m liking this plan a lot. It should be simple, right? All I have to do is take a look at the guys, and if they’re not even close to what I remember, I can just eliminate them and move on.
    Suddenly I’m excited by the prospect of catering another high-end event and rubbing elbows with the high and mighty. Well, I’m excited that it’s affording me this one ray of hope.
    “This is good,” Indie muses, finally giving up on ragging me as her own wicked anticipation starts bubbling. “We can make sure Callie signs everyone in by invitation. You can keep the list under the guest list and go from there. Damn, Luci, where’d you get those brains? I met your mom, dad, and your other siblings. Are you perhaps adopted?”
    We all crack up and Luci threatens to call her mom, her eyes sparkling when Indie cringes. We all love and adore her family, though it’s a well-known fact that they’re all a little dim. Lib Braxton and her husband, Oliver, are just…easygoing and head-in-the-clouds type of people.
    I once asked Aunt Lib why men needed nipples and she was genuinely stumped for a few minutes before she smiled at me and said that maybe God didn’t notice that they