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“Does she go by Jessica Fletcher instead of Jessica?” I asked gently.

“I think so. That’s what her mama’s called her every time I’ve talked to her. She never calls her just Jessica.” She frowned. “It would be weird, though, don’t you think, for her and some MC guy to be going at it in the VIP room and for him to be all like, “That’s right, Jessica Fletcher, suck harder,” or something like that?” Nadine said, using a deep guy voice to help make her point.

It took everything in me not to laugh, but somehow I managed. Paolo? Not so much. He covered it by pretending to cough, though, so I don’t think Nadinecaught on.

“Maybe she has a nickname, like Goldie or something,” Nadine continued.

“That’s… specific. What made you think of that?”

Nadine shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems more… strippery.”

I decided we should maybe get off the topic of names before Paolo completely lost it and started snorting. “So, what? We’re going to bust into a members-only strip club run by a scary motorcycle gang to rescue your sister?”

“Yes.” Nadine said emphatically.

“Okay.” I rubbed my hands. “What’s our entry point?”

“I told y’all she was good at this! Anytime I wanted to do anything the slightest bit on the wild side, I asked Jelly for help.” Byron and Reynolds were smiling.

“She might’ve mentioned it a few times,” Byron said, his deep voice filling the car.

“I didn’t know you had such a wild streak,” Paolo said, waggling his eyebrows at me.

I looked at him. “I think youdidknow that.” I gave him a saucy wink to remind him of the times we’d fucked in public.

He grinned at me.

“So,” Nadine said, “how was the engagement party? I was so, so sorry to miss it.” She looked at me with worried eyes.

“It was great.” I grabbed her hand. “Of course I missed you, but I totally understand now.”

She looked relieved.

“Tell me more about your sister.”

She seemed to be searching for something else to say but kind of looked like a deer in headlights. “Yeah, that’s all I’ve got.”

“That’s it, really? You found out you have a sister, she’s being held captive in the VIP room at a strip club owned by a motorcycle gang, and we’re on our way to Shitty Wilkins to bust her out. But you don’t have more to say?”

“I mean… that kinda sums up what I know so far.” She shrugged. “So, when we get there, you and I will go up to the back door and distract the bouncers while Byron and Reynolds go inside. They’ll head straight to the VIP room, I mean, once they know where it is, find Jessica Fletcher, and get the hell out of there.”

“How will they know which one Jessica Fletcher is?” I asked.

“Jessica Fletcher’s mama said that’s how she knew we were related. She said she looks just like me.”

“Oh.”

“Except she’s blonde, has blue eyes, and she’s short.”

I exchanged a quick glance with Reynolds. “So… she looks just like you except for her height, hair color, and eye color?”

“Yes.” Nadine smiled.

“That might actually not be the easiest person for Byron and Reynolds to find…”

“Here’s a picture of her that her mama texted me.” She held out her phone. The girl in the picture was gorgeous with a great body.

“Shedoeslook just like you.” I didn’t know how she could have all those differences and still look almost identical to Nadine, but the woman in the picture sure did. “How old is she?”