'My father was a marine before he was a real estate tycoon. I probably learned to cuss before I learned to walk.' Nick shrugged and pointed at the monitor. 'I saw Margo again. She doesn't look any happier.'
Seamus sighed dramatically. 'Of course she isn't.'
Nick didn't argue! How could he? 'She didn't love me, but I made her think she did.'
'You were too busy trying to win at everything,' Seamus said, his tone filled with disapproval. 'Well, you won Margo.'
'Yeah.'
'And now she's alone down there and you're up here, though I still can't figure out how you slipped through the Gates.'
'I wish I could go back and fix things for her.' Nick meant every word. He regretted his selfish, shortsighted lifestyle. And short-lived.
'Maybe you can.'
He glowered at his superior. 'Chief, don't…'
'Believe me, it wasn't my idea.' Seamus looked upward for emphasis. 'A higher authority wants you to go back and help Margo get on with her life.'
Nick's thoughts exploded with possibilities. Return to fast cars, expensive vacations, and—
Seamus cleared his throat.
'I keep forgetting you can read my mind,' Nick said sheepishly and glanced at the monitor again. 'Tell me more. When?'
'Now, but only to help Margo.'
'What will she think? I mean… seeing me?'
Seamus grinned. A mischievous twinkle glittered in his eyes. 'She won't
Now
'Close your eyes.'
Nick obeyed, but he saw images anyway, similar to when he'd died. First there'd been the car crashing into the brick retaining wall… pain… blackness. Then bright lights, a tunnel, and images of people and places he'd known. After the pain, it had all been rather pleasant until he saw Margo's misery.
Soon he'd see her in person, could tell her he was sorry…
A chorus of male voices greeted Nick's arrival in the sauna at his favorite health club. At least Seamus had seen fit to send him somewhere he'd enjoyed when he was alive. But he didn't feel right. Something was different. Missing. And… new.
Nick glanced down at what he thought was his body, but it couldn't be. Seamus wouldn't have…
'Did you catch the playoffs last week?' A gruff male voice interrupted Nick's thoughts.
Blinking in the steamy environment, Nick tried to discern the identity of the other occupants. The last thing he needed was for someone to recognize Nick Riley with boobs.
Nick pulled the towel up from his waist to cover his chest, an area of his anatomy he'd never seen a need to conceal before. 'Seamus, if you weren't already dead, I'd kill you myself,' he muttered.
'Who — what?' A familiar voice sliced through the steam. 'Hey, this is the
Nick tried to make out the face through the steam. That had to be his former law partner's voice. 'Warren, is that you?'
Whistling filled the small tiled area. 'Hey, Warren,' one man yelled, 'does your wife know about her?'
'Don't be ridiculous,' Warren growled. 'Lady, you should go to the women's sauna before you cause any more trouble.'
'Uh, right,' Nick agreed in his new timbre. A woman — Seamus had sent him back as a woman. What a sick sense of humor.
He clutched the towel across his voluptuous chest and beat a hasty retreat, knowing his lower extremeties — such as they were and weren't — were uncovered. Feeling more exposed and vulnerable than he had in all his life, Nick jogged through the blessedly vacant men's locker room, down the corridor, and into the ladies' facility.
Stunned, he stood frozen in the center of the once forbidden sanctuary. Women of all assorted shapes and sizes walked around in various stages of undress.
Then he caught sight of the most gorgeous redhead he'd ever seen — a
'Whoa!' Perspiring, he lifted his hand to touch the reflection.
Nick Riley was a drop-dead, brick shit-house babe.
'I can't believe I let you talk me into this.' Margo Riley sank even lower in her chair at center stage. Any moment now the runway in front of her would fill with nearly naked, sweaty men. What in the world had possessed her?
Steph giggled and drained the contents of her glass. 'Admit it, sis,' she said. 'You've always wanted to do this. Now you have an excuse.'
Unconvinced, Margo shook her head and took another sip of club soda. Maybe she should have ordered something stronger. Anything to take her mind off where she was and what was about to happen. 'This is so crude.'
Steph ordered two more drinks from the passing waiter. 'Hey, c'mon, Margo. It's a story. This is work.
Simultaneously nodding and grimacing, Margo looked up at the still empty stage. 'I always wondered what men saw in watching naked women undulate their bodies in places like this.' She shrugged. 'Now I guess I'll find out — sort of.'
Steph paid the waiter and pushed a drink that looked suspiciously unlike club soda toward her sister. Maybe it was the fruit and little umbrella that gave it away.
'Just imagine what Mom'll think,' Steph whispered with a wink.
Margo sucked in her breath. 'You wouldn't dare.'
Steph arched her delicate blond eyebrows and pursed her full lips in a feigned pout. The innocent look vanished as quickly as it had appeared. 'Maybe. Maybe not.'
Wrinkling her nose at her sister, Margo took a tentative sip of the tropical drink. After removing the paper umbrella, she took a second taste and nodded in satisfaction. 'Not bad. What is it?'
'Something yummy.' Steph flashed her a grin. 'So, what made that old prude boss of yours give you such a sweet assignment?'
' 'Sweet' is a matter of opinion, I suppose.' Margo sighed and leaned back in her chair. 'I know what
Steph covered her face. 'Not the First Amendment. Why not write about the guys, especially if that's what your editor wants? And the reason women like to come here?' She looked around the nightclub. 'In case you haven't noticed, the place is packed.'
Margo glanced around, amazed to discover that every table in the club was taken. 'I had no idea.'
'That's my point, and I'll bet it was your editor's, too,' Steph said in her sarcastic, get-a-life voice. She leaned forward, elbows on the table. A shock of blond curls fell across her forehead. 'Women come here for one reason — to look at hunks. Take notes, journalist.'
Stunned, Margo studied her sister's expression. 'What makes you such an expert?'
Steph reddened, laughing. 'I've been here lots of times.'
'No.'
'Yeah, it's fun.'
'It's embarrassing,' Margo whispered, looking around again. Why