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smarts
coming out his ears—if a person like that admired her invention, then she'd
done something special.
    "You guess he's pretty cute?"
Eunice stared at Eve in the dim light of the hallway. "You guess! You need your prescription changed in those glasses, dearie.
I'm just praying he's not gay."
    "Oh,
he's not." Charlie was one hundred percent het-ero. Eve had worked with a
fair number of gay models, and she'd become good at picking up on the vibes. Acknowledging
that Charlie was all-male gave her a sexual thrill, which probably meant she
was into him whether that was a good idea or not.
    Eunice
looked heavenward. "Thank you, God." Then she glanced at Eve.
"Are you sure? I mean, what's with the two male assistants?"
    Eve blinked, disoriented.
Oh, right. She might be daydreaming about Charlie, but Eunice was talking
about her crush du jour, Rick
Bannister. Eve didn't think Rick was gay, though. "A guy can hire another
guy without being gay"
    "Yeah,
but they are all California beach-bum gorgeous. I see three pieces of male eye
candy traveling together, I figure either they're headed to a Chippendale's
convention or they're gay."
    Eve laughed. "You're
making unnecessary problems for yourself. Unless Rick's changed his sexual
orientation since I last saw him, he's straight. I can't speak for the other
two, but I doubt—"
    "The
other two don't concern me. Rick's my wiggle-the-wiener candidate, and I would
hate it if he swings the other way. Or maybe he's bi." Eunice's expression
brightened. "I could handle that."
    "I'm
sure." Eve wished she could treat sex like a pastime, the way Eunice did.
Eunice could probably have sex with a guy and stay friends with him if it
didn't work out. Eve was sure that if she ever ended up in bed with
Charlie—which she might not, but saying she did—if they broke up, then the
friendship would go down the drain at the same time.
    Eunice
reached for the jacket she'd hung on the hooks Eve had installed next to the
front door. "Just so I don't have to beat off Manny and Kyle to get a
shot. They could have a menage a trois going for all I know. Don't forget
they're from L.A. The rules are lax out there."
    "Ugh.
I don't even want to think about a male threesome, thank you very much."
She just wanted to think about Charlie. Maybe Charlie with her? The concept
kept inserting itself in her brain like a new equation begging to be solved.
    "I'm
just sayin'." Eunice pushed both arms into the sleeves of the coat and
hiked it up on her shoulders with a flap of nylon. "L.A. people aren't
like Yankees."
    "All
I can tell you is that when I first met Rick he flirted with all the models
like crazy. I'm thinking he got involved with one of them. It sure looked like
it from the way they both acted."
    "Good
news." Eunice zipped her jacket. "Can I come over Wednesday
night?"
    "Why
not?" At first Eve had been excited about the prospect of working with
Charlie, but then Rick had become part of the mix. Eve would rather have had
Charlie all to herself. With Eunice around to distract Rick, Eve might get that
quality time alone with Charlie, after all.
    "Cool."
Eunice opened the door. "Do you think I should leave my phone off for that
night?"
    Eve grinned at her.
"Maybe you should put it on vibrate."
    "Come
on, I'm serious. I could leave it off and just forget about the extra income
for the evening, but maybe Rick would get turned on by listening to me take 900
calls, so I could accomplish two goals at once. What do you think?"
    "I
have no idea. You have to decide that one." Eve couldn't even imagine such
a scenario. "Tell you what, though. If you bring your phone, take the calls
in the house, not in the garage. I don't want to listen to 900 calls while
Charlie and I are working on the hovercraft. We're dealing with volatile
stuff."
    Eunice
winked. "Gotcha. The way I look at it, we're both dealing with volatile
staff."
    Charlie
wished there weren't so many damned people who knew about this hovercraft.
Apparently Rick would