Dangerous Bond (Jamie Bond Mysteries Book 4) by Gemma Halliday, Jennifer Fischetto
Authors: Gemma Halliday, Jennifer Fischetto
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kept invading my dreams—both at the accusations I'd thrown at Aiden and the lack of explanation I'd given Danny. How was it that I'd managed to screw up two relationships in the span of a few hours? It had to be a record. Even for me.
By the time the sun rose, I gave up tossing and turning and gave into showering and dressing. I tossed on a pair of skinny black slacks, extra-high heels to compensate for my extra-guilty mood, and a light, white silk T-shirt to compensate for the heat that I knew would be rising into the hundreds by midday. A blow-dry, a couple of swipes of mascara, and a venti caramel macchiato later, I was ready to actually face the day.
Since I still hadn't heard from my client, Bristol Claremont, I decided to check out the first woman on Mrs. Henderson's list. Jenny Pepin. Maya was still running background checks on the three women, but she'd managed to get me the basics on both Jenny and Penny. And since Jenny's days evolved around a carefully scripted schedule, she was the easiest to track down.
I ran by the agency, snagged Caleigh, and hightailed it to The Aqua Fit—a swanky new gym in Studio City that specializes in aquatic fitness, with an Olympic-sized pool and an organic juice bar. This was according to Caleigh. I assumed the juice served was organic, and not the actual bar.
When we arrived, the receptionist, a bubbly blonde (Studio City standard) greeted us with the pep of a cheerleader. Caleigh, used to being the bubbliest in the land, made a disgruntled sound in her throat, but she kept her vivacious smile in place.
"Hi, we're here to see Je—" I paused. I realized that I hadn't prepared our covers on the ride over. Rookie mistake. I took a deep breath to get my head back in the game and away from any man I might or might not ever be invited on a date with again.
"We heard great things about your pool and bar, and we're wondering if we can have a look-see." I finished with a bright smile.
The receptionist wore a light-blue, one-piece swimsuit with matching shorts and an open track jacket. Not exactly a standard uniform, but maybe they were known for their pool emergencies.
"Oh, we just love visitors, especially when they turn into members." She held out a pamphlet to each of us.
Caleigh and I glanced to one another before taking the glossy advertisements.
"There's an aerobics class currently rejuvenating in our pool."
I widened my eyes and faked uber interest. "Oh, I'd love to see a class in action."
The receptionist nodded. "Okay, well you're more than welcome to have a seat at the bar and watch." She pointed to a door off to the left. "If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me or our juicetender."
Caleigh and I exchanged looks again. A juicetender?
The lobby was small, so I wasn't expecting much, but when we entered the bar area, I sucked back a small gasp. The bar itself was designed as a long wave. It took up the entire side wall and was a pale-blue color. The whole room was varying shades of blue and green, from the floor to the walls to the furnishings. Clamshell-shaped stools dotted the bar. The left wall was all glass, and on the other side sat an enormous pool. A handful of high, bistro-type tables and chairs filled the space between the pool and bar. And there were several doors along the back wall. I imagined they led to lockers and bathrooms.
I scanned the people in the pool for one that looked like the photo I'd seen in the Hendersons' file. Jenny had sandy-brown hair and big blue eyes. As long as she hadn't drastically altered her appearance, she shouldn't be terribly difficult to spot. I scoped out the eleven women in the pool, minus the instructor, and spotted Jenny immediately. Except for the being wet part, she still looked exactly like her photo.
She and the ten other women raised their arms toward the ceiling, and then in perfect synchronization moved them out in front of them and to the sides. It all looked oddly peaceful.
"Can I help you?"
By the time the sun rose, I gave up tossing and turning and gave into showering and dressing. I tossed on a pair of skinny black slacks, extra-high heels to compensate for my extra-guilty mood, and a light, white silk T-shirt to compensate for the heat that I knew would be rising into the hundreds by midday. A blow-dry, a couple of swipes of mascara, and a venti caramel macchiato later, I was ready to actually face the day.
Since I still hadn't heard from my client, Bristol Claremont, I decided to check out the first woman on Mrs. Henderson's list. Jenny Pepin. Maya was still running background checks on the three women, but she'd managed to get me the basics on both Jenny and Penny. And since Jenny's days evolved around a carefully scripted schedule, she was the easiest to track down.
I ran by the agency, snagged Caleigh, and hightailed it to The Aqua Fit—a swanky new gym in Studio City that specializes in aquatic fitness, with an Olympic-sized pool and an organic juice bar. This was according to Caleigh. I assumed the juice served was organic, and not the actual bar.
When we arrived, the receptionist, a bubbly blonde (Studio City standard) greeted us with the pep of a cheerleader. Caleigh, used to being the bubbliest in the land, made a disgruntled sound in her throat, but she kept her vivacious smile in place.
"Hi, we're here to see Je—" I paused. I realized that I hadn't prepared our covers on the ride over. Rookie mistake. I took a deep breath to get my head back in the game and away from any man I might or might not ever be invited on a date with again.
"We heard great things about your pool and bar, and we're wondering if we can have a look-see." I finished with a bright smile.
The receptionist wore a light-blue, one-piece swimsuit with matching shorts and an open track jacket. Not exactly a standard uniform, but maybe they were known for their pool emergencies.
"Oh, we just love visitors, especially when they turn into members." She held out a pamphlet to each of us.
Caleigh and I glanced to one another before taking the glossy advertisements.
"There's an aerobics class currently rejuvenating in our pool."
I widened my eyes and faked uber interest. "Oh, I'd love to see a class in action."
The receptionist nodded. "Okay, well you're more than welcome to have a seat at the bar and watch." She pointed to a door off to the left. "If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me or our juicetender."
Caleigh and I exchanged looks again. A juicetender?
The lobby was small, so I wasn't expecting much, but when we entered the bar area, I sucked back a small gasp. The bar itself was designed as a long wave. It took up the entire side wall and was a pale-blue color. The whole room was varying shades of blue and green, from the floor to the walls to the furnishings. Clamshell-shaped stools dotted the bar. The left wall was all glass, and on the other side sat an enormous pool. A handful of high, bistro-type tables and chairs filled the space between the pool and bar. And there were several doors along the back wall. I imagined they led to lockers and bathrooms.
I scanned the people in the pool for one that looked like the photo I'd seen in the Hendersons' file. Jenny had sandy-brown hair and big blue eyes. As long as she hadn't drastically altered her appearance, she shouldn't be terribly difficult to spot. I scoped out the eleven women in the pool, minus the instructor, and spotted Jenny immediately. Except for the being wet part, she still looked exactly like her photo.
She and the ten other women raised their arms toward the ceiling, and then in perfect synchronization moved them out in front of them and to the sides. It all looked oddly peaceful.
"Can I help you?"
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