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with a small table between them. On the table were two crystal glasses and a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne resting in a bed of ice.
    Farrah thanked the attendant before planting herself in one of the seats with the best vantage point.
    â€œThis, I’ll take credit for,” Robert said, retrieving the champagne bottle. He popped the cork and poured even amounts into both glasses. “So, what now?”
    Farrah accepted the offered glass. “Now,” she said before taking a sip of the bubbly, “we enjoy the show while we wait. This is Alexia’s box, so I’m sure they’ll find us. The team’s in place?”
    â€œYeah, everything’s covered,” he replied, scanning the lower level seating area. “If anyone makes a move toward us, we’ll have them in less than thirty seconds.”
    Farrah settled into the seat and tried to follow her own advice. While she wanted to focus on what was happening onstage, all she could concentrate on was Robert, his profile in particular. The fact that his curly hair hung past his ears just the way she preferred. Those beautiful lips...the things he could do with those lips. And his square masculine chin with a thin film of hair making its presence known was beyond sexy. Farrah’s nipples became like mini-marbles and her breathing escalated. She squirmed in her seat as she fanned herself with the playbill.
    â€œYou all right?” Robert asked.
    â€œYes, of course,” she said, getting to her feet. “I think I may have taken in that champagne way too fast. I’m just going to the ladies’ room.”
    â€œThe show’s about to start. You can’t wait until halftime?”
    â€œYou mean intermission?” Farrah corrected.
    â€œWhatever...”
    Farrah chuckled. “No, I can’t. Besides, I know these opening numbers like the back of my hand.”
    Robert’s forehead creased with displeasure.
    Farrah almost let go of another laugh, but said, “I’ll be right back.”
    She couldn’t get away from Robert fast enough. Farrah made her way down the stairs to the area where the restrooms were. She walked into the ladies’ lounge, paused and stared in awe at what lay before her. The room screamed the same old-school glamour as the lobby.
    â€œWow!” After ensuring she was alone, Farrah did an exaggerated catwalk over to the chaise and flung herself across it. “I need a martini...extra dry,” she said, snapping her fingers in the air before bursting into laughter. “I so could have lived large back in the ’20s.”
    The creak of the door echoed and she quickly righted herself.
    â€œI thought you’d never come,” said a small, fair-skinned, dark-haired beauty wearing a simple black tea-length dress with silver-sequined tennis shoes.

Chapter 9
    â€œE xcuse me?” Farrah said.
    The young woman’s hand flew to her throat, her mouth open slightly as she took a step back. “Sorry, I just assumed you’d be here at the start of the show like Alexia. She likes to get her business out of the way quickly. Alexia hates missing too much of the first act,” she quickly explained.
    You’re Alexia’s associate? You’re what, twelve?
    â€œI’m nothing like Alexia,” Farrah acknowledged, a little more forcefully than she intended.
    â€œYes, ma’am. Here you go,” she said, quickly offering Farrah a silver flash drive.
    The young woman’s hand with neon-painted nails was shaking as she placed the drive in the palm of Farrah’s hand. Just go with it. “Is this everything?” Farrah asked, managing to keep her tone even.
    â€œIt’s the only thing Alexia gave me. I don’t know about anything else...I swear,” she said, raising her right hand.
    â€œHave a seat,” Farrah said, directing her toward the chair across from her.
    â€œNo, thanks, I’m fine,” the young woman