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Operation Gigolo
Vicki Lewis Thompson
MILLS & BOON
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A huge bouquet of ticklish feathers to all those funny people who have made me laugh, intentionally or unintentionally. Life is too precious to be taken seriously.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
1
“AFTER THIRTY-FIVE YEARS of marriage, your father should let me be on top!”
Lynn Morgan cradled the phone against her shoulder and began sorting through the messages on her desk. “I can’t see what difference it makes who’s on top, Mom. We’re just talking about bodies, here.” She glanced up to see Tony Russo looking amused as he leaned against the doorjamb of her office. “Dead bodies,” she added for Tony’s benefit.
His eyebrows lifted.
“That’s beside the point,” her mother said. “It’s the principle of the thing.”
Lynn knew this terrain well. Mediating her parents harebrained battles had prepared her to become a lawyer, according to her friends. She offered her mother the expected dose of logic. “Shouldn’t it depend on who goes first?”
“That’s what he says, and it would be just like him to outlive me so he could be on top! I want a guarantee of my final position.”
Lynn looked at Tony and rolled her eyes. “Suppose you do go first. You want to be dug up so somebody can slide him in underneath you?”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re not talking about rearranging leftovers in the refrigerator! Really, Mom, this is—”
“I can see you don’t understand, and I am not spending eternity underneath your father. I want a divorce. You can represent me.”
Lynn put down her pile of messages. “Excuse me?”
“A divorce. You are a divorce lawyer, right? Serve your father papers. That should teach him to dictate burial-plot etiquette!”
Lynn leaned forward and focused all her attention on the conversation. “I can’t believe you’re serious about a divorce.”
“Dead serious.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is.”
To Lynn’s amazement, her heart was pounding, as if she were a little kid being threatened with this family disaster instead of a twenty-nine-year-old respected member of the Illinois State Bar. “Listen, buy two plots next to each other in a different part of the cemetery.”
“Not on your life! That’s my family’s plot, and my designated space, and I’m going in it. Let your father find his own plot.”
“Look, Mom—” Lynn broke off as a second phone line blinked. “I have another call. Listen to the Muzak a minute and don’t go away.”
“Don’t forget I’m paying long distance, dear.”
“I won’t forget. Be right back.” Lynn put her mother on hold and glanced at Tony.
He pushed away from the doorjamb, his expression sober. He’d always been able to gauge her moods, which made him a valuable friend. “You seem to have your hands full,” he said gently. “Why don’t I come back later?”
“Please stay. I have a feeling I’m going to need a sounding board when I get through here.”
“That’s all I need to know.” Tony walked over and sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
“Thanks. I’ll make this as quick as I can.” She gave him a smile as she answered the second line. “Lynn Morgan.”
“Your mother’s gone bananas,” her father said.
“You’re telling me. What’s all that noise in the background, Dad?” She glanced at Tony, who was shaking his head in sympathy.
“Never mind the noise in the background. I think this is the big one, Peanut. Splitsville. I want you to represent me.”
Lynn rested her forehead in her hand. “You, too?”
“What’dya mean, me, too? Did she beat me to the punch?”
“No, because I’m not taking either one of you on. Honestly, you sound like two kids fighting over who gets the top bunk.”
“It’s not just the plot,” her father said. “She went to this Seize Your Power seminar, and as if that wasn’t enough, she’s started taking testosterone, which she claims is because of the Change. But if you ask me, this is one woman who doesn’t need testosterone. I tell you, she’s developed a real attitude, Peanut.”
“She’s always had an attitude, Dad.” Lynn could see this wasn’t going to be a quick-fix situation. “Listen, I’ll get back to you on this. Don’t do anything rash.”
“If you’re saying don’t move out, I’ve already got a room at the Naughty and Nice Motel.”
“You’re kidding.” Her father had always joked about staying there, just to get her mother’s goat. Surely he hadn’t actually done it.
“Well, that part was a mistake.”
“You’re really at the Naughty and Nice?” She pictured the sleazy motel in a bad part of Springfield, with hookers and drug dealers hanging on every corner.
“I should have checked into the Holiday Inn instead. There’s no phones in the room. I’m calling you from the Black Garter Video Shop next door.”
Lynn’s brain began to spin. “Dad, you can’t stay there. That’s a rough area.”
“I’ve always wanted to see the place, Peanut. Plus I figured it would send your mother over the moon if I called her from there, but now I can’t, because there are no phones.”
“Which is another thing. How am I supposed to get in touch with you?”
“I’ll figure that out and call you.” He lowered his voice again. “You wouldn’t believe how some of the women dress around here, Peanut. They—whoops, gotta go. Somebody needs to use the phone, and she looks pretty determined,