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each other with a kind of tolerant understanding. “He seems calm enough,” Carlo ventured.
    “Bundle of nerves,” the man disagreed. “I’ll never be able to get him on camera.”
    “I’m sure it’s just an oversight.” Because she was used to soothing panic, Juliet smiled. “Maybe you should ask one of the pages.”
    “I’ll do that.” The man patted Butch on the head and went back through the door.
    “But—” Juliet half rose, then sat again. The chimp stood in the middle of the room, resting his knuckles on the floor. “I’m not sure he should’ve left Cheetah.”
    “Butch,” Carlo corrected. “I think he’s harmless enough.” He sent the chimp a quick grin. “He certainly has an excellent tailor.”
    Juliet looked over to see the chimp grinning and winking. “Is he twitching,” she asked Carlo, “or is he flirting with me?”
    “Flirting, if he’s a male of any taste,” he mused. “And, as I said, his tailoring is quite good. What do you say, Butch? You find my Juliet attractive?”
    Butch threw back his head and let out a series of sounds Juliet felt could be taken either way.
    “See? He appreciates a beautiful woman.”
    Appreciating the ridiculous, Juliet laughed. Whether he was attracted to the sound or simply felt it was time he made his move, Butch bowlegged his way over to her. Still grinning, he put his hand on Juliet’s bare knee. This time, she was certain he winked.
    “I never make so obvious a move on first acquaintance,” Carlo observed.
    “Some women prefer the direct approach.” Deciding he was harmless, Juliet smiled down at Butch. “He reminds me of someone.” She sent Carlo a mild look. “It must be that ingratiating grin.” Before she’d finished speaking, Butch climbed into her lap and wrapped one of his long arms around her. “He’s kind of sweet.” With another laugh, she looked down into the chimp’s face. “I think he has your eyes, Carlo.”
    “Ah, Juliet, I think you should—”
    “Though his might be more intelligent.”
    “Oh, I think he’s smart, all right.” Carlo coughed into his hand as he watched the chimp’s busy fingers. “Juliet, if you’d—”
    “Of course he’s smart, he’s in movies.” Enjoying herself, Juliet watched the chimp grin up at her. “Have I seen any of your films, Butch?”
    “I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re blue.”
    She tickled Butch under the chin. “Really, Carlo, how crude.”
    “Just a guess.” He let his gaze run over her. “Tell me Juliet, do you feel a draft?”
    “No. I’d say it’s entirely too warm in here. This poor thing is all wrapped up in a tux.” She clucked at Butch and he clacked his teeth at her.
    “Juliet, do you believe people can reveal their personalities by the clothes they wear? Send signals, if you understand what I mean.”
    “Hmm?” Distracted, she shrugged and helped Butch straighten his tie. “I suppose so.”
    “I find it interesting that you wear pink silk under such a prim blouse.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “An observation, mi amore. ” He let his gaze wander down again. “Just an observation.”
    Sitting very still, Juliet moved only her head. In a moment, her mouth was as open as her blouse. The monkey with the cute face and excellent tailor had nimbly undone every one of the buttons.
    Carlo gave Butch a look of admiration. “I must ask him how he perfected that technique.”
    “Why you son of a—”
    “Not me.” Carlo put a hand to his heart. “I’m an innocent bystander.”
    Juliet rose abruptly, dumping the chimp onto the floor. As she ducked into the adjoining rest room, she heard the laughter of two males—one a chimp, the other a rat.
     
    Juliet took the ride to the airport where they would leave for San Diego in excruciatingly polite silence.
    “Come now, cara, the show went well. Not only was the title mentioned three times, but there was that nice close-up of the book. My tortoni was a triumph, and they liked my anecdote on