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Wide awake. Possibly horny. The last thing he needed was a romance.
     He sat up and shoved the book back in the crowded bookcase before he scratched Misty
     behind the ears.
    “What do you think, Mist? Maybe I ought to try getting out more.”
    Misty smacked her floppy lips and stretched her back legs so he could scratch her
     stomach.
    “Glad you agree.” Tony shrugged his shoulders. Napping was out. He’d worked out right
     after his shift ended. The apartment was spotless. And Laura would chew his head off
     and spit down his neck if he tried to go back into his office to work on paperwork.
     She worried like the mother she was.
    He appreciated it. It was nice to have Willodean and Laura looking out for him, even
     if they worried too much. He kept them safe and the hotel running like clockwork.
     They tried to make him rest and “enjoy himself.” Just before she’d left for her week
     in Hawaii with her friend, Arleen Masters, Willodean had made vague threats regarding
     his spare time. She’d be back on Saturday, just in time to help as Elvis Week exploded.
     When everything died down, Tony had no doubt she’d kick off whatever plot she’d hatched
     to get him a real life, one that included more than work. And she’d have plenty of
     help.
    Tony rubbed his forehead. Maybe he ought to just go along. Maybe they could find him
     a hobby. Or a girl. Both would be the best-case scenario.
    He might owe Randa Whitmore for this newer, more open attitude. He’d thought he was
     content before, but now he knew there was at least one missing piece. But that piece
     was not Randa Whitmore. She was a puzzle. He was curious. That was rare enough. The
     fact that she was a puzzle wrapped in a pinup girl’s body, had a face that made a
     man think of angels, and lips that made him think of sin was icing on the cake.
    The first step of solving puzzles? Line up all the pieces.
    “Let’s do a little investigation.” Tony patted Misty on the head again and moved over
     to sit at the desk that took up the dining room area of his one-bedroom apartment.
     He opened up his laptop and entered “Randa Whitmore” in the search engine.
    He half expected to see thumbnails of her on magazine covers or lingerie catalogs
     or even more adult fare. She had a body that would not stop. Instead, there were just
     a few images of her at what looked like society functions in and around Chicago. In
     almost every picture she was wearing fussy evening wear and standing next to some
     tuxedo-wearing Ken doll. Or to be more accurate, a wide variety of Ken dolls.
    The links included more information on all her worthy causes. He found an article
     on her charity work in the Harvard Business School’s online alumni bulletin. And on
     the second page, he discovered her family. And when he read about the Whitmore family’s
     national chain of hotels, he sat up straight in his desk chair. Memphis didn’t have
     one, so he didn’t know anything about them, but a quick search showed him standard—posh
     but passionless—hotels with business travelers in mind.
    A hotel heiress in his hotel. In disguise. There was no way a woman like Randa Whitmore
     made a habit of wearing T-shirts devoted to The King, covered in shine or not. Her
     arrival here was suspicious. The W Group must be sizing up Memphis for a new project.
     She was investigating the competition.
    And lying about it. He didn’t like liars. Worse, she’d turned him on, made him think
     about possibilities, and she was a liar. He should head back over and throw her out. He didn’t know her goal,
     but she was probably up to no good.
    He leaned over to pick up the phone and dialed the front desk. When Laura answered,
     he said, “Can you get someone to cover the desk for a few minutes?”
    He could hear the suspicion in her voice when Laura answered, “Why? Where will I be?”
    “Our newest guest didn’t tell the whole truth. I’d like to escort her from the property
     but I’ll