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horse a day in his life.
    He walked right up and turned the full force of his smile on her.
    Damn. Her knees went weak, complementing the butterflies in her stomach and the monkey fidgeting in her arms.
    As the cameras moved into position, panic filled her. “You never told me what my lines were. What am I supposed to say?”
    “Just stand over there and look beautiful. I’ll do all the rest.” He adjusted his hat with enough confidence for both of them. “And smile when I introduce you. That frown makes you look mean.”
    Janine opened her mouth to carve his enormous ego down to size and remind him she was an actress, not a model.
    Before one word could cross Janine’s lips, she was cut off by the cameraman. “Mr. Peschke, I hope you’re ready because this is not a rehearsal, you’re going live in five...four...three...two...” He pointed ‘one’. The camera was trained on Tanner, the red button lit, and the feed was direct.
    Without missing a beat, Tanner smiled, looking completely at ease in front of the camera. “Howdy, folks. It’s a jungle out there. We know how difficult wading through the gimmicks and sales jargon is when buying a used car.”
    She had to admit he sounded charming and genuine. After sabotaging her job with BS-Squared, he’d conned Janine into taking this job. She bet he could sell ice to Eskimos.
    Spunky’s hairy little hand slipped beneath the bra of her outfit.
    Janine slapped at his hand, eliciting a shriek from the monkey. “You must be a male,” she muttered, wishing Tanner would fall on his pretty face in front of the camera.
    “Are you sick of the new car prices and immediate depreciation when you drive a car off the lot? Let us take the monkey off your back...” Tanner swung an arm in her direction.
    Spunky crawled up on her shoulders and played with her hair. How about getting this monkey off my bac k? Crap. She’d spent hours trying to fix her hair beautifully for the commercial. Great, when they finally get the cameras on me, I look like the monkey.
    “...and show you what we’ve got in low mileage, pre-owned vehicles at rock-bottom prices.”
    At that moment, the creature latched onto the strings holding her halter-top in place. She felt her boobs dip and her stomach knotted.
    “Stop that, Spunky,” she whispered, making a grab for both of his tiny, dexterous fingers and the tail that seemed just as facile.
    The monkey ignored her, chattering happily, hands and tail dodging her flailing attempts.
    “Join us this weekend for our ‘Monkey Off Your Back Sale.’ We’ll be servin’ free banana milkshakes to all the folks who come out.” Tanner’s voice kept up the running monologue despite the monkey’s antics, true to form for a car salesman.
    Janine simmered as she struggled for control. Let’s get this over with before this monkey craps on me.
     
    Joe adjusted the volume on the set a little higher. “Not too bad, so far. A little dry, but gets the message across, don’t you think?” He glanced at Beans for confirmation. All he got was a huge yawn and an exaggerated rolling of the eyes. “Well, it ain’t over yet. Give him a chance, will ya?” Joe grumbled.
    “Didn’t say a word, Joe,” Beans said, in his soft southern drawl.
    “Ya didn’t have to.” Joe pressed his lips together.
    “Let us take the monkey off your back.” Tanner swept his hand to the right, and the camera took in a woman in a skimpy jungle costume with a monkey sitting on her shoulders. “Drop by this weekend and meet Spunky the Monkey and Janine who’ll be celebrating the beginning of our Jungle Days of Summer sale-abration.”
    “Whoa, Beans, am I seein’ what I’m seein’?” Joe scooted forward in his seat.
    “I need my specs.” Beans fumbled in his shirt pocket for his reading glasses and then hooked them over his ears. A moment later, he produced a long, low whistle and leaned forward himself. “By golly, maybe the boy’s got something there.”
    “Not,