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sequined purse and pulled out a pack of gum. She offered it to Phil, who declined. The blonde shrugged and deftly unwrapped two pieces and popped them into her mouth, noisily chewing. “So, honey, how does your boyfriend feel about you working at the Klub?” Not giving Phil a chance to comment, Candi answered for her. “Most don’t like it much, but they get over it real quick when they see all the cash coming home.”
    Phil began what would be a string of lies. She’d gone over her cover dossier until she’d nailed her new persona. “There’s no one waiting for me at home. If I disappeared into thin air, the only one to notice would be my landlord when I didn’t pay rent.” Realizing she spoke an almost truth, sadness washed through her. The only deviation from her story was she had no landlord, it was the bank she paid her mortgage to that would notice her disappearance.
    Candi patted her arm and smiled, her big, pink lips pursing. She popped her gum and shrugged. “Well, sweetie, consider me your friend. You’ll find the girls here real sweet, so long as you don’t swipe a client. We dancers are very territorial.”
    Candi’s platinum blonde hair shimmered down her back as she caught her reflection in one of the numerous wall mirrors and gave herself a quick once-over. Clearly happy with her reflection, she smiled at herself. Chomping loudly on her gum, she continued, “Territorial as lions, we are.”
    “I’m only cocktailing, nothing to worry about from me.”
    Candi stopped in her tracks and slanted her head at Phil. Her petite bombshell of a body quivered and Phil thought she was going to get poked in the chest with one of Candi’s bullet-shaped breasts. “Cocktailing or stripping, sweetie, with your looks, you’re bound to snag a few players. They like pretty new faces.”
    She popped her gum again. “Whatcha say your name was?”
    She hadn’t. “Katharine, but you can call me Kat.”
    Candi nodded vigorously and popped her gum again. “I like the sound of that, Kat. Can I call you Kitty?”
    Phil shrugged. “Fine with me.”
    Candi looped her arm through Phil’s. “Well, Kitty Kat, you have a great bod and big blue eyes and your hair is so thick and gorgeous, I’m jealous. If your ass is half as tight as it looks in those jeans, plan on lots of offers tonight and big tips.”
    Phil smiled. She’d pleaded with the stylist at the local hair salon to squeeze her in and give her dark brown hair a new life, and the aesthetician to whip her skin into shape and wax what hair she didn’t need for survival. The results stunned her. Joey, her stylist, couldn’t pat himself on the back more, and Lynette wouldn’t stop admiring her extreme makeover.
    Phil had to admit when they spun her around she was shocked. But as her Auntie Kay had always told her, “You’ve got the bones, Philly, you just need the paint to cause a ruckus.” And so she had the paint, the lighter hair, the perfectly arched brows, and bikini waxing that even wearing the skimpiest of costumes would not reveal what shouldn’t be revealed. After all the pulling, cutting, and poking, Phil felt the epitome of female. She wondered what her ill-tempered lieutenant’s reaction would be, and her skin warmed. Would Ty even recognize her? She smiled. She was definitely warming up to this undercover work.
    “Has Tammy given you the lay of the land yet?”
    “No, Bud said to go to her for girl problems. What kind of girl problems?”
    Candi shrugged and popped her gum. “The girls can get nasty sometimes. She plays referee. She helps with costumes and routines, and she’s a shoulder to cry on. But mostly she makes sure the rules are followed.” Candi popped her gum and looked past Phil’s shoulder. ”Oh, there she is.”
    Phil turned and followed Candi’s gaze to a tall, almost elegant redhead. She had the lithe body of a dancer, her pale face scored with the deep lines of a woman who’d had a hard life, yet her watery,