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    “If you don’t take your hands off her, I promise you’ll sing an octave higher the rest of your life.”
    Somehow in all the chaos Zee had awakened and stood behind him. The pointed tip of something metal peeked from between his legs, right near his happy place. By his pained scowl, Na’arah realized it must be very close.
    “Zee?”
    “You okay, sis?”
    “Yeah.” Na’arah scrambled to her feet, brushing a blade of grass from her knee. She looked Kyle in the eye. Sweat rolled down his face. “Don’t bother showing up this afternoon. Your services are no longer required.” She held out her hand, palm side up. “Keys.”
    He glared at her. “You don’t have the—hey!” The knife shifted and he squealed. “Watch it!”
    “Hand her the keys.” For emphasis, the tip disappeared and a pained expression creased Kyle’s face.
    Na’arah almost felt sorry for the prick as he searched through his pockets for the keys. A knife in his groin couldn’t be very comfortable and she knew Zee was very good at what she did.
    The keys jangled in rhythm to his shaking hand. He laid them across her outstretched palm.
    “Now apologize.”
    Murmurs rose behind her and Na’arah glanced over her shoulder. A small crowd had gathered, including the sheriff.
    “Sorry.”
    Zee shoved him forward. “Punk.” She spit at his feet.
    Kyle shot them a venomous glare as he stumbled away, zipping his fly.
    “Miles is coming.” Na’arah shifted until she stood next to her sister. A quiet click reached her ears before a soft weight filled her pocket. “What were you thinking?”
    “He interrupted my nap.”
    Miles strode forward and paused long enough to retrieve a bottle of oil which had toppled to the ground. “Hello ladies. Someone mentioned a disturbance.”
    They exchanged looks. “Nope.”
    “We’re fine,” Na’arah said.
    He eyed them a moment as if he was aware of what had just transpired. “Empty your pockets, Zee.”
    She huffed. “Seriously? Someone mentions a disturbance and you automatically think it was me?”
    “I was giving her a massage.” Na’arah spoke up.
    Miles met and held her gaze. “Were you?”
    Zee stood in front of her sister. “Don’t you dare try to bully her. That asshole was trying to shove his dirty, filthy prick down her throat and you’re wasting time harassing her. You should bully him, not us.”
    He pinned Na’arah with a calculating gleam. “Is that true?”
    “Yes.”
    He nodded. “Okay.” He glanced at Zee. “I still need to see your pockets.”
    With a flourish she patted her hips. “No pockets.”
    “If you have a weapon, that’s another ninety days on your sentence.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I cut a guy one time and all of a sudden I’m public enemy number one.”
    Miles stepped closer. “It wasn’t some guy, it was me and it took seventeen stitches to close that cut.”
    A ghost of a smile teased the corners of her mouth. “Then don’t sneak up on people.”
    The two stood toe to toe, tension crackled between them. Na’arah shook her head.
    “If you like I can shove you two behind the curtain where you’ll have more privacy.” She offered. This feud between her sister and the sheriff went back to their high school days. Why they chose to fight rather than get a room was beyond her.
    “Not if he was the last man on earth and sex was required for procreation.” Zee turned her nose in the air and strutted away.
    “Damn.”
    Na’arah giggled. “She does make quite an exit, doesn’t she?”
    Once the crowd dispersed Miles helped Na’arah straighten the table. “Tell me what happened,” he prompted.
    She fanned out a bunch of samples before moving to the makeshift massage room. She stripped the sheet from the table and stuffed it in a laundry bag. Next she picked up a spray bottle containing sanitizer and squirted it on the surface.
    “There’s not much to tell. Zee jumped in before anything