Ava's memories told her that Stu probablyhadn't stuck her in that section. He usually had her work the busiersection over by the bar where her assets...could serve as a bigger drawfor business.?Are you sure?? Ava inquired, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.?That?s what he told me,? Tammy answered with a shrug.?I?d better check with him,? Ava replied, earning a sour look from theother woman?Well this is a waste of a night,? Lisa muttered as Ava walked pastthem to Stu?s office.Glancing back briefly,. Her voice was silk:-Let me give you the tour Okiti.She took his hand to lead him into the tiny kitchen. Compact and organised. He didn’t recognise all her herbs and spices. She smiled as he peered at them:-I’m a reasonable cook Okiti, I’d like to have you for dinner one evening. Maybe soon, so you can look over how I’m doing with my essay?She was right beside him, her scent enveloping him:-I’d love that.He knew what was happening. Knew it should be impossible. He was over thirty years her. During the time I was married I had started to neglect my body, as most married guys do, and now that I was single again I made it a point to get back in shape and regain my thin, yet muscular physique that I was once so proud of. I started working out with a neighbor of mine who was once a competitive body builder. He was an invaluable source of fitness information. Anything you wanted to know about exercise, he seemed to know it. Since it was years since I did any real exercise, I welcomed. She flipped it over and I recognized Daddy’s handwriting — “Trust her. Bulldog.”I got it.Daddy had to have called the legendary Kansas City fixer, probably while he was still on the way to my office. Bulldog Bannerman, although I barely knew him back then, got things done. Quickly, quietly, efficiently.Ms. Whitefield said, “Same for you, Winter, not one word to anyone but me.”I guessed, correctly as it turned out, that the city was concerned about a major lawsuit for failing to protect Sabbath..