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We weren't thrilled to have our housewarming celebration crashed by one of our least favor-
ite people in Vieques.
“I feel like I need a shower,” Michael said as Daniel headed for the bar.
“I know. It's like we're at
The Decameron
party and the Black Death just walked in.”
I was definitely on a roll with the literary references tonight. Michael gave me an odd
look.
“Who brought him anyway?” he asked.
“Charlie,” I said, cocking my head in the general direction of the door.
“Who's Charlie?”
“The grouchy guy from the coffee house. The one who told us how much he loathed and
despised Daniel.”
“And who invited
him
?”
“Not me.”
He glanced at Daniel's retreating back.
“Let's cordon them off and declare a disaster area.”
“I'll get the police tape.”
The minute Daniel and Roger drifted away from the bar, I moved in.
“Make me the smoothest martini of your career,” I told Marcus.
He batted his very long eyelashes and gave his shaker a tremendous workout.
“By the way,” I remarked as he handed over my delectable-looking drink. “See that roly-
poly guy over there?”
“The one with Roger?”
“That's the one. What's he drinking?”
“
Absolut
and tonic.”
“Make the rest of his drinks triples. Every one of them.”
“No problem.”
The martini was heaven. Marcus was a truly talented man. But just as the fruits of his
labors were beginning to take effect, a far worse fate than gatecrashers befell our little get-
together.
I was standing at the far end of the balcony, just above the driveway, when I heard a
garbled cry from below. Although the sun had set, the floodlight over the driveway illumin-
ated the scene at my feet. Even so, it was a little hard to tell exactly what was going on. At
first blush, it appeared to be a man and woman on their knees, embracing rather wildly.
Get a room
, I thought.
But at second glance it became clear that they weren't hugging. They were fighting.
“You little bastard!” the woman hissed. “You've stolen your last listing from me.”
“For God's sake, Clara, let me go,” the man responded in an exasperated voice. “You're
crazy.”
Clara! What was she doing here? And who was she assaulting?
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