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tooth. “I’ve never seen so many hot babes under one roof.” He stepped back and struck a casual pose with one hip jutted to the side.
    Darcy resisted a shudder. “Mr… Badabing. Do you have any experience?”
    He chuckled and rubbed at his thin moustache. The diamonds on his pinky ring glittered. “Hell, yeah. I’ve got all kinds of experience. What do you three ladies have in mind?” He winked.
    Vanda leaned toward Darcy and whispered, “Can I kill him?”
    “So.” Chuckie tucked his thumbs under his belt. “If I win I’ll be called the Sexiest Man on Earth?”
    “You would need to be selected for the show first.” Darcy collected his photo and slid it under her legal pad.
    “Hey, if you want sexy, you’ve come to the right place.” Chuckie rotated his narrow hips. “They don’t call me Badabing for nothin’.”
    “Please, let me kill him,” Vanda hissed.
    Darcy was tempted to give her blessing. “I’m sorry, Mr. Badabing, but we won’t be needing your services.”
    Chuckie snorted. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
    Vanda smiled. “Neither do you.”
    With a sneer, Chuckie strode out the door.
    Darcy’s eye twitched. She rubbed her temple, trying to relieve the growing sense of doom.
    Michelle opened the door. “This is Walter.”
    Walter strode into the room. He was a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a round belly. “How do you do?” He smiled as he set his photo down on the table.
    He would never be considered sexy, but at least, he had good manners. Darcy smiled back. “Do you have any acting experience?”
    “Sure do. For the last three years, I’ve been doing commercials for Captain Jake’s Buffalo Wings.” Walter’s smile faltered when they didn’t react. “You know, Captain Jake’s Chicken? They’ve got the best buffalo wings in the city.”
    “I’m afraid we don’t eat chicken,” Maggie said.
    “Oh, vegetarians, huh? Well, I sing and do this dance. Here, I’ll show you.” Walter proceeded to strut back and forth across the room, flapping his arms. Then, he began to sing. “I’m baked with herbs and spices, and come with tasty rices. I’m never fried, so you won’t die. And you’ll love my new low prices!”
    Darcy’s mouth fell open. Her friends were equally quiet.
    Walter’s grin glowed with pride. “Pretty awesome, huh? Of course, it looks even better when I wear the chicken costume. I’ve got it stashed in my car if you’d like to see it.”
    They continued to gape at him.
    “Speechless, huh? I get that all the time.”
    Darcy’s eye twitched again. “I’m afraid this isn’t a musical reality show. But if we ever produce one, I’ll remember you.”
    “Oh, okay.” Walter’s shoulders slumped. “Thank you, anyway.” He trudged out the door, looking thoroughly henpecked.
    Darcy tilted forward and plunked her forehead against the tabletop. “This is hopeless.”
    “Don’t worry.” Maggie patted her on the back. “There’s a bunch more for us to see.”
    One hour and twenty applicants later, Walter the Dancing Chicken was starting to look really good.
    Then, Michelle opened the door and emitted a long, dreamy sigh. “Garth Manly.” She pressed a hand against her chest as he strode into the room.
    More sighs came from Vanda and Maggie. They sagged in their seats. Darcy gave them a worried look. Maybe they’d drunk some blood past its expiration date. But no, they didn’t appear to be suffering from indigestion. They were gazing blissfully at the new applicant.
    He was all right, she supposed. Definitely the most handsome man they’d seen so far, though that wasn’t saying much. His wavy, dark hair was brushed back from a tanned face. “Mr. Manly, do you have any acting experience?”
    “Yes.” He set his signed photo on the table, then took a wide stance. When he crossed his arms over his broad chest, his biceps bulged.
    Maggie and Vanda sighed once again. Michelle remained at the door, rubbing her cheek against the