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insisted on coming up for air.
"How's the show going?" I asked.
"Pretty good for a slow night. What are you doing up here so early?"
"On a job for Charles. If you have time, I'll tell you."
She glanced at a clock on the dresser. "I got five minutes."
"Okay." I gave her a very quick rundown on things, including Marian's attack on
my lips, and the follow-up with Summers. Bobbi looked my face over and pursed
her own lips critically.
"You run in rough company, buster. I didn't notice before, but that is
definitely not my shade." She grabbed a cloth and briskly wiped my mouth. "The
little tramp," she muttered. "Good thing you confessed or I might have clobbered
you myself."
"What's to confess? I was just an innocent bystander. She was the one who got
all the ideas, and then her boyfriend added a few of his own. He could have
busted my eardrum."
Bobbi tossed the cloth on the table and swung around to sit in my lap. "Which
ear?"
I pointed. She kissed it and tugged at the lobe a little with her teeth.
"Does that hurt?"
"Keep doing that and you won't make it out of here in time for your cue."
"Ah, nuts," she complained, and stood up to smooth her dress. She was wearing
some kind of sparkly black thing tonight. Everything important was covered, but
it looked as though it had been painted on. "I get a thirty-minute break after
this set. Will you still be here?"
"Sure. If I watch out for your boss, you think I can see the show?"
"If you're careful and stick backstage. The girls won't say anything to him, but
tell them to keep their mitts off you."
"Yes, ma'am."
I followed her out and hung close as she wound her way to the stage. A dozen
breathless leggy girls in rustling tinsel clattered past us. One of them gave
out with a wolf whistle and the others laughed. Bobbi looked at me with mock
jealousy.
"They must have noticed the tie," I whispered. "Real silk." I waved the end at
her like Oliver Hardy and she playfully swatted it down.
The band started another fanfare. She pecked my cheek and made a smooth entrance
to welcoming applause. The lights went out except for a single spot centered on
her. It sparked off her gown and turned her hair into a molten blond jewel. My
heart ached, she was so beautiful. I forgot about looking for McAlister, hiding
from the management, and any other complications the world had to offer. Bobbi
was singing and that was all the world I needed or wanted.
After the show, behind the locked door of her dressing room, Bobbi peeled out of
the clingy gown. "I love having a live audience, but it's so hot under that
light. Radio work is much more comfortable."
I reclined on an old chaise lounge that was jammed up against the wall, admiring
the view. Bobbi rarely used underwear with her working wardrobe, maintaining
that it spoiled the lines. All she had on now were her stockings, knee garters,
and heels. All I could think was, Wow.
She hung up the gown, turned on a little fan, and stood in front of it with her
arms raised, which did interesting things to her breasts.
"Maybe I should go outdoors for a minute, that would cool me off," she mused.