When we reached the Westin Hotel, Billy asked me, “So, what do you want to do? You wanna go hang out with a few of the models or what?”

I passed on it. “Nah, I’m still feeling a little jet lag, so I need to rest. Then I’m supposed to hook up with the niece of an old friend of mine later on. They’ll be on their way up from San Diego.”

“Well, have them come out with us. We’ll make it into a big party.”

That was the last thing I would do with TaShay, being as curious as she was. Mr. Vissel and his people were not something she needed to even know about.

“Nah, that’s all right, but I’ll let you know if we get bored.”

“Yeah, you do that,” Billy told me.

I got back to the room and immediately called Chicago to track down Andrea and Brazil. I had more than a few questions to ask them, but I had to slow down and remain poised. I had been the one to send Andrea scrambling to find herself, so I had to remain aware of that.

“Are you still in Chicago?” she answered the phone and asked me. She actually sounded pleased to hear from me.

“What if I am?”

“Are you?”

“I wish I were,” I told her.

I leaned back on my comfortable king-size bed and relaxed.

“Why?” she asked me.

I said, “I saw Brazil at the airport last night, and I started thinking about you guys all over again.”

“Well, how come you didn’t tell me you would be here. You should have called last night.”

“What would have happened if I called last night?” I questioned. “Is it the same thing that will happen on Monday when I’m on my way back to Atlanta?” I hinted.

“Is that what you want?” she asked me.

“Does that mean you’re willing?”

We were playing a cat-and-mouse game.

“Maybe.”

“Did you tell Brazil what I was thinking?”

“Of course.”

“So, the idea wasn’t repellent to you then.”

“Like I said, you’re not the first man to be intrigued by two women who are girlfriends.”

“I know that’s right,” I told her. “So, where did you meet Brazil again? I was thinking when I saw her at the airport last night that she has model looks herself. Did she ever used to model?”

I figured I would take it real slow and confirm what I felt I needed to without a direct attack.

“Yeah, she did a little something.”

“For men’s magazines?”

“Why would you say that?”

“Well, she still has more body than most fashion models.”

“And more body automatically makes you a men’s magazine tease?”

“Usually,” I answered. “Was she?”

“You could say something like that.”

I chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell me it’s none of my business again.”

“It’s really not, but she doesn’t seem to mind it.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool with me. She seemed cool last night, but I didn’t know that from when we first met.”