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swung around on her stool to walk away from him before she killed him.
    "And you're ugly too."
    Dennie froze, and the bartender blinked.
    "How am I doing?" the doofus asked, his puppy smile still in place. "Better?"
    Dennie shook her head, dumbstruck by his cheerfulness. "I'm ugly?"
    He nodded, his head bobbing like a fishing float. "You probably walk funny too. That's why I asked you to dinner. At least you'd be sitting down."
    Dennie folded her arms. "My smile is bad, I'm ugly, and I walk funny."
    He nodded again. "That's about it. So how about dinner?"
    Dear God, and people wondered why so many women were lesbians. "As I said, not in this lifetime," Dennie said, and turned to walk out the door.
    "Gee, and my aunt Trella seemed to like you so much."
    Dennie swung back around to him. "Trella is your aunt?"
    "Well, not really." He leaned back on the bar, looking dumb as dirt. "She's a friend of my aunt Victoria's."
    "Victoria," Dennie said.
    "Yep."
    "Victoria's your aunt." Dennie came back to the bar and sat down, thinking fast. Not even Janice Meredith could have her arrested for talking to Victoria while she dated her nephew. She looked at him again, and he smiled, all teeth. Dear God.
    It doesn't matter , she told herself. All she had to do was be sweet to this twit, meet his aunt, be nice to the aunt, and she'd be in. She could do it. He wasn't bad looking or lecherous or evil, he was just dumb as a rock, which in this case was a plus. Maybe this was Fate apologizing. Dennie smiled at the twit. "I'd love to have dinner with you."
    "Because of my aunt?" He looked confused. "Gee, I don't know."
    Great, now he was playing hard to get. "Okay, then," Dennie said. "You're ugly."
    His eyes locked on hers, and he grinned suddenly, and she was stunned. Humor leaped in his eyes, and a quick, sharp intelligence that disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced his blank childlike stare. Hello , she thought. What's this ?
    He aimed his puppy grin at her. "Well, if you're going to sweet-talk me, I'll consider it." He held out his hand. "I'm Alec Prentice."
    She took it. "Dennie Banks." She looked in his eyes and saw nothing but blank affability. You're up to something, sonny , she thought, but all she said was, "I'll meet you here at seven, Alec Prentice."
    "All right, Dennie Banks." Alec ducked his head again, doofus style. "You want dinner in the restaurant or in my room?"
    "The restaurant," Dennie said. "You're not that ugly."
    She dropped his hand and walked out of the bar while Alec watched.
    She did not walk funny.
    "That's the worst pickup line I've ever heard," the little bartender said.
    "Hey, it got me dinner with her," Alec said.
    "Yes, but why?"
    "That is the question," Alec said.
    Unfortunately, he knew the answer. He sighed, and went to get ready for his date with the most arresting and arrestible woman he'd ever met.
    "She's in it with him," Alec told Harry on the phone fifteen minutes later, trying not to gloat that he'd been right again and feeling vaguely depressed that he was.
    "You found out already?"
    "I tried to pick her up but it was no go until I mentioned my aunt, whom she's already been checking out. Once she heard about Aunt Vic, she couldn't wait to date me. She's working for Bond."
    "Well, stay with her," Harry said. "I'll be there in a couple of hours. You sure your aunt will play along?"
    "My aunt will play anything." Alec dismissed Victoria to think about Dennie Banks again. "You know, I really am disappointed in this Banks woman. Up close, she looks like a class act."
    "You're getting too damn old to be that dumb," Harry said.
    "Thank you, Harry," Alec said. "I needed that. Now tell me I'm ugly."
    "You're ugly," Harry said. "Watch her."
    Brian Bond studied his reflection in the mirror and nodded. He still had it, Sheree's desertion notwithstanding. The looks, the charm, the shy, boyish killer smile. They all said, "Trust me on this," and people did.
    Certainly no woman could resist once he set his sights