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her
some alone time with the other four contestants. Suspects.
    “We might as
well have a seat. This is going to take a while,” the blonde said, plopping
onto a cushioned chair.
    Brielle
positioned herself between two of the contestants on the couch as the remaining
girl settled into another chair.
    Seated next to
her, the woman in white smiled. “Hi, I’m Danielle.” She extended her hand. “But
my friends call me Danni.”
    “Nice to meet
you, Danni. I’m Gabrielle but my friends call me Brielle.” She shook the
woman’s hand, liking her sturdy grip.
    “Okay, Brielle.
This is Stacy, Mandy and Carla.” Danni pointed to the tall brunette, short
blonde and exotic sitting on her other side.
    Brielle had
already known from their photos and bios in her file, but she nodded to them,
surprised again by their guarded, yet non-hostile greetings. “It must be hard
to go through this every week,” she said, observing their reactions.
    “Yes.” Danni
sighed. “It is.”
    “I hate it,”
Mandy announced with a pout.
    Stacy nodded.
“Me, too.”
    “Not me.” Carla
smiled. “I enjoy the drama.”
    Brielle eyed the
woman, noting her relaxed posture. “You do? You like the suspense?”
    “You bet. I
thrive on it.” Her green eyes flashed as she tossed her hair back.
    “You would.”
Stacy snickered, seemingly unaffected by Carla’s lethal glare.
    “So, Brielle.”
Mandy pushed a blonde curl behind her ear. “You teach dance, right?”
    Disappointed in
the change of subject, Brielle reluctantly played along. “Yes. I teach all
kinds of dance to all ages.” She smiled and lied through her teeth, one of the
downfalls of her profession. She could lie and bluff with the best of them.
    “Really? Do you
teach erotic dance?” Carla slung her arm across the back of the couch and
crossed her long legs.
    At the mere
mention of erotic dance, Brielle’s mind drifted to Dodger and The Limelight.
    “Stacy, you’re
next,” Jack declared from the opened door on her right.
    Brielle’s head
snapped in his direction, and she watched him step aside to allow the actress
he’d been questioning to escape.
    “Well, Brielle?
Do you?” Carla prompted.
    Jack’s raised
brow made it clear he’d heard the question. He smiled, a devastating, yet
watchful smile. “Please, don’t let me interrupt.”
    Bravado lifted her
chin and kept her attention fixed on Jack. “Yes, as I said. I teach all kinds
of dance.”
    Something
unintelligible came out of his mouth, but she was too far away to understand. Brielle
held his gaze until Stacy walked past him and he shut the door, lowering the
tension back to a dull buzz.
    “Geez, what’s up
with him tonight?” Mandy rolled her eyes.
    “Men. Who knows
what’s up with them,” the actress said as she took a seat.
    Danni raised her
drink. “Here’s to being enlightened.”
    She clinked her
glass with theirs, and was about to take a sip, when Greg appeared and
announced it was Brielle’s turn to meet with the groom on the patio.
    Shoot. She’d
wanted more time with the girls to use her ‘rookie’ status to question them.
    Years of
undercover work had taught her to switch gears without effort, so, that’s what
she did.  By the time she reached Matthew, the fresh, lavender-scented air and
soothing sounds of water cascading into the fountain basin filled her with
calm.
    “Hi, Brielle,” he
said, bending to kiss both of her cheeks.
    Yep. Definitely
an Anderson. She’d experienced the same treatment from his parents before his
mother had gone for the jugular with a show of tears.
    “You don’t have
to watch what you say out here. The girls can’t hear you.” He grabbed her hand
and led her to a stone bench.
    She eyed the
nearby cameraman. Bald, bearded and a ball cap worn backward, the man raised
more than her brow. The look in his eyes didn’t help—almost devious. “What about
him?”
    “Who? Phil?
Don’t worry about him. He’s been great, and this won’t be aired until