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command, the standing statue that was farthest from them began gesturing with his arms and said something about Bacchus pouring a feast for the crowd. From where she stood Pamela couldn’t quite make out his words. The newly animated arm-flailing statue reminded her of Fred Flintstone.
    â€œBloody buggering hell,” she muttered to herself, using her assistant’s favorite oath, “it’s like a car wreck.”
    â€œOn with the party!” Bacchus’ statue yelled. “Artemis, speak to your subjects.”
    The second of the standing statues raised her arm, and Pamela was horrified to notice that her mountainous breasts bobbled in time with her movements.
    â€œFrom the forest and the hunt only you could entice me to leave—so it is to your Forum that we all must cleave. Shop, drink and be merry—especially if it is Visa that you do carry!” The female voice was tinny sounding, and as she spoke a quiver of arrows and a bow slung over her shoulder glowed an awful neon red.
    â€œWell spoken, my beauty!” Bacchus’ head wobbled up and down with a jerky, mechanical movement. “But now it is your brother’s turn. Play for the gathering, Apollo!”
    The statue directly in front of her began to turn until it was facing the crowd. The harp in Apollo’s hands glowed bright green while he stroked it. Music came from a speaker semihidden at Pamela’s feet.
    â€œYes, Bacchus, with my lyre I shall delight and inspire.”
    â€œIt touches my heart!” Said the fat statue in a canned voice. “Oh, Apollo, what a romantic spell you cast. But enough! It is time to summon the light of day!”
    The Apollo statue bowed awkwardly to Bacchus before raising his hand. Abruptly, the domed ceiling came alive with lasers, bouncing in bright colors from cloud to cloud as Bacchus’ pleased laughter filled the dry ice air. The slicing lights finally culminated in a burst of brightness that left the fake sky lit as if it was midmorning.
    â€œNow, my friends,” Bacchus said as the other statues dimmed and died, and a pink-tinged spotlight illuminated his florid face. “Eat, drink and be merry! And remember—you must return for the special evening show at eight o’clock sharp! Until then, carpe diem!”
    As his maniacal laughter faded and spontaneous applause broke out, Pamela overheard a woman wearing red sweatpants say to her friend, “Ain’t it better than last time we was here?”
    â€œYep,” her friend replied.
    â€œOh, God . . .” Pamela groaned.

CHAPTER THREE
    â€œNO, you are not to fret. I know exactly what has you looking so concerned.” Eddie patted her hand. “Money is not an issue. I will spare no expense to make my vision come to life.”
    â€œYou may trust his word, ma’am. Eddie will provide you with all the funds that you need.”
    Pamela blinked woodenly up at the tall man.
    â€œHow insufferably rude of me,” Eddie said. “Pamela, let me present you to my assistant, James Ridgewood. James, this is our much esteemed interior designer, Pamela Gray.”
    â€œA pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” James took her hand in a firm, dry grip.
    Eddie slapped his palms against his thick thighs. “I can hardly contain my excitement! Now that you have seen the marvelous fountain, tell me, Pamela, what do you think?”
    â€œWhat do I think?” Pamela stalled by repeating the question. She and Eddie were sitting beside each other on one of the faux marble benches that surrounded the now-silent fountain. Because of the author’s girth, the bench that would normally have held three or even four people was full, so James stood beside them. Pamela looked helplessly from Eddie’s sparkling eyes up to James, who returned her gaze with the steady, attentive expression of a schoolboy. No help there, she realized. James had bought into the decorating disaster, too.
    â€œYes!