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have come here to pick up with again?"
    "Fuck me, Ronnie?" She plucked at red lace ribbon that closed her suit between her breasts.
    "Concentrate. We've got a lot riding on this. Bliss her name is. Some professor? God, think of it." He'd thought about it and decided he recognized one of his own. Sebastian was bisexual. But a confused bisexual rather than sure of himself like Ron was. That could be changed, but if Sebastian started playing around with some old girlfriend who made him feel guilty, Ron's plans might be in danger. That wasn't going to be allowed to happen.
    "Ronnie!" Maryan wailed. "You're ignoring me."
    "I'm not ignoring you. I want you to ... I want to help you figure out a way to make sure Sebastian doesn't do anything we'd regret."
    Maryan's next stinging blow snapped Ron's control. He reached for her glass but she clung to it, laughing and slopping gin. When he made a grab for the drink, she dunked her fingers in it and rubbed the cold booze over his penis.
    He yelled and started to shrivel, and he grasped both of her wrists.
    "Oooh!" Maryan shrieked. "So forceful. I can't have you ruining your big, strong image with that little apology for a cock, can I. We wouldn't want people talking about you being a friggin' little freak."
    "That's enough." He began to yank her to her feet.
    Her mouth, closing over him, made him forget what he needed to do.

    Five
    His dear sister was giving her lover a blow job.
    By Sebastian's pool.
    In broad daylight, in full view of anyone who happened to stroll by.
    He threw the envelope on his bed and turned his back on the vision of Maryan staggering while she and Ronnie-baby helped her out of her swimsuit.
    He should be grateful the housekeeper didn't live in and that he'd told her he wouldn't be eating dinner at home. As long as none of the gardeners or the pool crew turned up, the show outside would play to an empty house—an all but empty house.
    But he didn't like it. He didn't like it one damn bit and he was going to kick Ron's ass out of town and drag Maryan off to some upscale drying-out tank.
    "Sebastian! Sebastian, are you here?" Zoya's distinctive tones sounded from the foyer downstairs.
    Grabbing up the shoe he'd already shed, he ran onto the open upstairs balcony, took the stairs two at a time, and skidded to a halt in front of his open-mouthed Head of Operations for Raptor Vision.
    "Hi, Zoya. I thought you had dinner plans."
    "I did." She frowned at him. "That was before I got a call from some reporter on a fact-finding mission."
    Sebastian glanced toward the open-sided sitting room. A glass wall separated it from the conservatory. The downward

    angle toward the pool, together with the screening plants in the conservatory, cut off any view of the coupling couple.
    "This has been a hell of a day, Sebby."
    "Mm." He calculated what it would take to get Zoya out of the house without making her suspicious. "What did you say?"
    "I said, this has been a hell of a day."
    "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I want you to go home, make yourself a long, cold drink, and put your feet up. Don't give the job another thought till tomorrow." Smiling at her, he took her elbow and started toward the still-open front doors.
    Zoya went several steps before planting her elegant feet. "I came to talk to you."
    "You're tired and overwrought."
    "Overwrought, my ass. I don't get overwrought. Pissed, maybe, when you suddenly start behaving like someone I never knew, but not overwrought. Can we sit down, maybe. The long, cold drink does sound good."
    "Oh, sure. Which paper did you say called?"
    "OutofL.A., I think."
    He squinted. "L.A., huh?" A distant laugh floated on the early evening air. At least it wasn't getting too cold out there. "Amazing how these guys follow you around."
    "This wasn't a guy. Do you have a diet Coke?"
    "Of course. What did she want to know?"
    "Who?"
    "The reporter. The one from L.A."
    Zoya glanced toward the living room.
    Sebastian managed to walk her another step toward the