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flooring in his narrow entranceway.
    The hospital kept him for three full days. I sent him flowers, but I stayed far away. While he recuperated at a safe distance, I Spencer-detoxed. I was partially successful. I still heard the low-level echo of the buzzing, but I knew my name and I knew where I was.
    Also, I was delighted I had made a man pass out merely through the power of my kiss. He might be the lip ninja, but I had magical lips. As much as I wanted to tell everyone about my magical lips, I thought it was wiser to pretend the whole thing didn’t happen. A weak moment. An almost disaster.
    “I have magical lips,” I told Spencer on Uncle Harry’s balcony.
    Spencer smirked. “I concur. How about we seewhat other body parts of yours have magical properties?”
    I sighed and pushed him away from me. “No way. I had a lapse in judgment, but my lapse is over.”
    Through the window behind Spencer, I could see Uncle Harry and Lucy deep in conversation. I wasn’t clear on the parameters of their relationship, and I wondered what they were talking about. Lucy had a major crush on Uncle Harry, but he didn’t show much interest in her beyond mild flirtation.
    I worried that she was lost, that Spencer wasn’t the only man in Cannes who had the power to make a woman forget who she was. I also worried that Lucy would incite a knock-down drag-out fight with Ruth Fletcher, and, despite Lucy’s Southern-belle strength, she was no match for the eighty-five-year-old tea enthusiast.
    I also worried about Luanda. Could she be the changing wind Grandma spoke about?
    I watched as Harry’s poker buddies filed into the house. He offered them cigars, and they lit up. Something about that stimulated the anxiety receptors in my brain.
    “Other men would call you a tease,” Spencer said, drawing my attention back to him.
    “Whatever,” I replied. “I’m not jumping into bed with you. I’m a relationship girl.” If you didn’t count the happy-hour incident in February, the Lady Gaga concert in Des Moines, and more or less the entire year of 2010. Besides those indiscretions, I didn’t engage in meaningless sex.
    “Like your relationship with Holden?” he asked.
    Ouch. I hadn’t heard from my sort-of boyfriendand sexy neighbor Holden in weeks. He was out of town, trying to get his life back on track, but his leaving had derailed our relationship.
    “Yes, like my relationship with Holden,” I told him.
    “A relationship you thought you’d take a break from with me? Hey, come to think of it, where is Pretty Boy?”
    “He’s not pretty; he’s gorgeous. He’s Adonis. He’s Mr. Universe. He’s Treetop Lover. He’s—”
    Spencer raised an eyebrow. “Fine, you win. I can do relationship.” He ground his teeth, and his eye twitched.
    “What do you mean, you can do relationship?”
    “Dating, wooing, courting. You know, the whole bullshit.”
    “Why, Spencer, I didn’t know you were a romantic.”
    “Call me Nicholas Sparks.”
    “Doesn’t someone always die in his stories?” I asked.
    “That shouldn’t bother you, Miss Marple. You seem drawn to dead people.” That wasn’t completely true. I just happened to stumble on the occasional corpse.
    I searched Spencer’s face for signs. His eyes flashed, dilating and contracting, like he was signaling ships. He really was handsome, sexy, like a Marlboro man without the horse and cigarette. I would have paid money to see him in chaps. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up into his usual smirk. I punched his arm.
    “That’s what I figured,” I said. “Spencer, you are so full of crap. You ‘can do relationship.’ Yeah, right.”
    Spencer’s mouth dropped open, but he seemed to have stopped breathing. He blinked twice, and then he shrugged. “Yeah, well, you know me.”
    “After last month, I would think you’d want a break from women.” Spencer had gotten in trouble for being involved with too many girlfriends at once. It had been a pretty dramatic