Free You got to Me (Love on Tour #3) by Kay Harris

Lance looked around the room at the rest of us. “You must be Sam. You’re like…”
    “A miniature version. I know,” Sam said.
    “And Mike, we spoke on the phone.”
    Mike nodded. Then Lance turned to me. “And you must be Baby’s sister. The family resemblance is very strong.”
    I didn’t like him calling Dani by her nickname. I glared at him.
    “This is my photog, Ken. I brought him with me, but… We were looking at photos of you too, and it seems that no one ever prints stills of you together. They just don’t seem to work.”
    Hank smiled and put his hand on Sean’s shoulder. “We don’t do fake smiles.”
    “Yeah, I gathered. So I thought maybe I could leave him with you, and he could ride along to Minneapolis and get some candid shots.”
    “No one cleared this with me,” Mike said.
    “We actually just came up with the idea on the plane,” Lance explained. “We ran it by our editor when we landed. What do you think?”
    Mike looked at Sean and Hank. Hank shrugged. Sean didn’t make any movement I could discern, but Mike must have seen something, because he turned back to Lance. “Fine. Let’s sit down, shall we?”
    We sat at the long rectangular table where we’d just finished having breakfast. I sat on one side of Sean, Hank on the other. Lance sat opposite Sean, and Mike sat at the head of the table. Sam sat at the other head. Ken and his dimples remained standing.
    Lance looked down at his phone for a minute. “Sorry, uh, my colleague Christine just got done interviewing Baby and Bell, and she’s sending me notes.” He looked up at Sean. “Christine is the same one that interviewed you a few years back.”
    Sean nodded.
    Lance was still looking at his phone while he spoke. “I heard that it was after Baby read the article Christine wrote that you proposed.” He looked up at Sean. “Is that true?”
    Sean didn’t answer, so Hank did. “Yep. It’s true. I was there.”
    “You were?”
    Hank nodded.
    “You were there for a lot.”
    “I don’t like your tone,” Hank said.
    “I didn’t mean anything by it.” Lance smiled sweetly at him.
    “Back to business,” Mike said.
    Lance leaned his arms on the table. “The thing is, the reporter who wrote the story is in a lot of hot water, and so is my editor, who approved it for print.”
    “She should be.” Sam’s arms were crossed over his chest, making him look very much like his big brother. “She didn’t do her homework.”
    “No she didn’t. And she’s paying for it. So she wanted me to do a little investigating while we’re here. You see, Sandra won’t reveal her source. So I’ve been trying to figure out who it might be, and I wanted to see if you could help me.”
    “We don’t have a fucking clue,” Hank said.
    “Well, I’ve done a little digging, and here’s what I’ve come up with so far. We did get out of Sandra that it’s a woman who claims to have been intimate with both of you.”
    “Not possible,” Hank said.
    “Not possible?”
    “No way.”
    “Well, I’ve talked to some girls who made it sound like it was possible. They even had a name for it. ‘The Deuce’ they called it.”
    “That’s just girl talk. We’re very careful. Or we were. It’s not an issue anymore. Anyway, it never happened.”
    Lance looked at Sean. Sean shook his head.
    “Okay, well, I also looked at the wedding guest list, thinking that maybe if it was someone close to you they’d have been invited. After all, only 25 people were there.”
    “How the hell did you get that?” Hank asked. “It was a private wedding in the Bahamas.”
    “He probably checked with the airlines,” Mike said.
    Lance nodded. “After I eliminated family there were a handful of people left. The only one that was even a candidate was a Melanie…” He looked down at his phone.
    “It’s not her,” Hank said.
    “Yeah, I talked to her. Not only did she say that she’d never been intimate with either of you, she was pretty pissed about