Bare Essentials. Leslie Kelly

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СКАЧАТЬ “I feel like I fell down the rabbit hole.”

      “You deserve it,” Kate said with a sudden fierceness in her voice. “Both of you. You’ve worked so hard all your lives, and now Flo is sailing the Greek Islands and you’re a world-famous lingerie model. You both paid your dues for so many years. You’re supposed to enjoy this.”

      “But I miss work.” Cassie sighed. “The photo shoot I bailed on this week was in the Bahamas.”

      “Which is where your stalker was going to meet you. Isn’t that what the last threat said?”

      Yes, but she didn’t want to go there. She so didn’t want to go there. “So I’m here. In a house my mother never paid for.”

      “Of course she did. She loved…who was it—Mr. Miller the banker, right?—and he cared enough about her to give it to her. Just like Mr. McIntyre, who left her that building downtown.” She laughed. “I bet Mrs. McIntyre is spitting nails over that.”

      “Oh, yeah. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. Which reminds me.” Cassie took a deep breath. “I have some ideas.” She sat up because she had to be careful how she phrased this. After all, Kate was a Tremaine, which meant that like Cassie, she had more pride than sense when it came to accepting help. “You said you were ready to open another shop.”

      “I said I wanted to open another shop, I never said I would open another shop. Successful as I’ve been in Chicago, I don’t have the money for that yet.”

      “I know. But I do.”

      “I’m not taking any more of your money. I just paid back the start-up loan you gave me for the first Bare Essentials.”

      “I’m not talking money, per se. I want you to take the building, the old men’s store that Flo inherited from horny old McIntyre.”

      “No.”

      “Kate.”

      “Cassie.”

      Cassie had to laugh at Kate’s calm annoyance. “Stop it. I have an ulterior motive.”

      “If you want a new toy, all you have to do is ask. We just stocked up.”

      “Hey, I still have Mr. Pink that you bought me for Christmas and I just loaded up on batteries, thank you very much.”

      Miss Priss leapt back onto the bed, and with one long daring glare, she settled at Cassie’s head.

      “If I wake up with a fur ball lodged in my throat, you’re dead meat,” Cassie told the snooty cat. “And you,” she said to her cousin, “will you listen to me for a moment?”

      “You got one minute. Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven…you’d better hurry.”

      “Should have been a comic, Kate. Listen, I want you to have the building because it feels right. I don’t know what to do with it, and it’s just sitting there going to waste. Besides, it’s right downtown. Right smack in the middle of downtown…are you following me here?”

      “Let me see if I am…you see Bare Essentials, basically a very naughty ladies’ store—”

      “One which sells a most excellent dildo, I might add.”

      “Thank you. You see Bare Essentials fitting right in with the Rose Café and the five-and-dime.”

      “Why not? This town could use some spice.”

      “More than having their wild child come home?”

      “Hey, they made me this way. Come on, say yes. It’s on our lists of things to do…”

      “Cassie.” Kate laughed. “Those lists were written by bitter teenagers.”

      “So?”

      “So…it’s not that easy. I was just there, I don’t want to move back to that place any more than you want to be there.”

      Cassie flopped back on the bed and stared at herself in the ceiling mirror. Her agent had cleared her schedule for the entire summer and it was only early June. The police and her friends had convinced her that a low profile would be best.

      She knew that to be true. No matter her outwardly brave facade and joking, cynical manner, she hated the fear, the terror. Because of it, she sat in Pleasantville with no one but a mean old cat for company and nothing to do but pay her moving violations.

      Oh, and stare at the sheriff’s ass. It was a mighty fine ass, but that simply wasn’t enough. Especially since he wasn’t so much as slightly interested in her.

      How long had it been since a man hadn’t fallen in a pool of saliva at her feet? Didn’t matter; unlike her mother, she had no need for a man to fall all over her.

      “Cassie?”

      “I’ll get the shop going for you,” she said rashly. “Come on, Kate. Opening a porn shop in Pleasantville. It doesn’t get better than that.”

      “Bare Essentials, which is doing exceptionally well by the way, is not a porn shop.” Kate sniffed.

      “I know that. But everyone here will think it is.” Glee leapt wildly within her. This idea just got better and better the more she thought about it. “This is inspired, truly inspired. I can keep myself from going crazy and—”

      “Oh, honey. You are going crazy, I knew it. Maybe I should come back—”

      “—and I can shock this mean-spirited old town while doing it. Mrs. McIntyre. Mrs. Wilkens. All of them. No, don’t you dare come back. Unless of course, you want to. I can do this. I want to do this.”

      “Are you sure?”

      “Absolutely. I can’t just sit here and hide, Kate. I just can’t. Otherwise every shadow, every little thing, makes me jump.”

      “Have you informed the sheriff about why you’re really there?”

      “Of course not. I’m fine. I just need to do something and this is perfect. What do you say?”

      “You can’t just give me the building. If we do this, it’s as a team. And, damn, revenge on that godforsaken town sounds really good. Too good.”

      Cassie knew she had her. And if she did so in part because Kate was worried about her, then she was willing to play that card, because though she’d eat a stick before admitting it, she was worried about herself, too. “So then…?”

      “Yes,” Kate said. “Yes, let’s do it. Partners?”

      “Partners,” Cassie vowed.

      * * *

      ONE WEEK—and another ticket—later, Cassie was still jerking awake at night, certain her stalker had found her. Just last night she’d opened her mouth to scream at the weight holding her down, only to find Miss Priss sitting on her chest. The cat she could handle.

      She had also handled the СКАЧАТЬ