Nina Wright - Whiskey with a Twist

“Not… a Devon rex?”

“That’s it! Ugly little sucker, if you ask me. But then I love Afghan hounds, so a cat with almost no hair is not going to make my heart beat faster. Anyway, the damned thing slipped out two days before we left, and we never found it. We spent every blasted minute of daylight looking up and down the beach and all around the dunes. We even posted signs and placed an ad in the local paper. No luck. My friend was devastated.”

My skin prickled. “Was the cat… by any chance… gray?”

Perry stared. “Yes.”

“And male? A rather aggressive un-neutered male?”

Perry moved his hands and feet in a nervous little dance.

“Did you find Boomgarden? Is that what you’re telling me?!”

“I didn’t find him, no. But our local animal rescue did. Thanks to a complete misunderstanding, he ended up staying at my house for a few days-along with a herd of other stray cats. Then Fleggers neutered him and found him a home.”

“Fleggers? Who’s that?”

“Four Legs Good. They’re a bunch of animal-rights crazies, but they saved your friend’s cat. I know where he is. His name is Yoda now.”

Perry literally squealed with delight. I was afraid that his next response might be to hug me. Since I intensely dislike emotional displays, I took two steps backward-right into Brenda Spenser. I didn’t know it was Brenda 'til I turned around to apologize.

Unfortunately for her, I had stepped on-and smudged-the toe of her very fine shoe. A Manolo Blahnik, I think she called it. Anyway, she admitted that she hadn’t been watching where she walked, either. She was distracted, trying to find Matt Koniger. I bit my tongue before I could say, “Have you checked behind the side door curtain?”

“I just saw him go that way. With Susan Davies,” Perry said, pointing toward the notorious exit.

“He was with Susan?” Brenda looked baffled. “I thought he was going to relieve his mother at her booth.”

Perry shrugged. As soon as Brenda was out of earshot, he turned to me.

“Matt specializes in a different kind of relief.”

“I’ve seen it!” I exclaimed. “I mean, I saw him with Susan this morning. Behind the curtain…”

“Most of us did,” Perry said. “She’s Matt’s squeeze. And he’s hers.”

“You mean… they do this kind of thing often?”

“Susan and Matt have been on-again, off-again for-oh-I’d say three or four years. We all know it, but we pretend we don’t. It’s more fun that way.”

“I thought Matt was with Brenda.”

“He is. Matt shacks up with whichever widow or divorcee will pay his way and give him the good life,” Perry said. “That doesn’t stop him from having fun! This year it’s Brenda. Ramona made a play for him, too.”

I gaped. “Ramona Bowden?”

“That’s the only Ramona I know. We think Matt turned her down because of her size. He doesn’t care how old they are, but he does like them thin.”

“Is Ramona divorced?” I said.

“Widowed,” Perry replied. “Twice. Two very nice insurance settlements.”

“Susan’s married,” I said, thinking out loud.

That made Perry Stiles smile. “I wouldn’t call what Susan and Liam have a marriage. More like an arrangement.”

I didn’t know which stunned me more-Perry’s revelations or the casualness with which he shared them. Now I wondered why Susan tolerated Kori at all, let alone trained her to handle dogs, if she didn’t care about pleasing Liam. Unless her goal was getting back at him. Maybe the whole Kori-as-Bad Example maneuver was just another way for Susan to piss off her husband.

But why was Perry, who had no investment in pleasing me, so eager to share club gossip? Was he trying to build his own ego, or did he simply love dishing dirt?

Perry’s gaze moved restlessly around the room; as event chairperson, he no doubt needed to keep moving and schmoozing.

“Listen,” I said. “I’ll put you in touch with the person who has Yoda-I mean, Boomgarden-but first I need more info about Susan and Liam. Will you share?”

Perry’s eyes danced. “Why? Planning to blackmail somebody?”

“No. But I work with Liam, and I feel like Susan’s playing me.”

“Of course, she’s playing you! That’s what Susan does.”

“Does Liam know Susan cheats?” I asked.

Perry chuckled. “Everybody knows.”

“Does Liam care?”

“Care that she cheats, or care that everybody knows?”

“Either.”

“Not much. Liam cheats, too. Between you and me, I think Susan tries to embarrass him with her affairs because he embarrasses her with his. I assume you know about his… um… taste?”

“I haven’t met him yet. My company just signed on to rep his new real estate development.”

“Ah.” Perry checked to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “I’m going out on a limb here: Is the person who did the deal for you with Liam an extremely attractive woman of color?”

“How do you know Odette Mutombo?”

“I don’t. I know Liam Davies… well enough to know he loves exotic dark-skinned women. They’re the only women he’ll do business with.”

“It’s my company,” I protested.

“At the risk of sounding crude,” Perry said, “what I mean is they’re the only women Liam will sleep with before he does business. And he has a reputation for doing business only with women who sleep with him.”

“No way!”

I made my voice sound firm, but my head swam. Odette Mutumbo was a real-estate-selling, contract-negotiating force of nature. She was also long-married to Reginald, the only psychiatrist in Magnet Springs. While I often wondered how those two busy and ambitious people made time to make their marriage work, I never doubted that they did. In cynical moments, I suspected that they got along well because they were too self-involved to demand much from each other. Yet I never for a single moment imagined that Odette would cheat on Reginald. Let alone use her considerable sex appeal to make a sale!

Odette was consistently excellent at her job for three reasons: She (1) knew all about real estate, (2) had mastered the art of the deal, and (3) worked her tight round ass off. Period.

Before I could sum that up for Perry, a breeder I recognized from the breakfast meeting intervened to request a moment of the chairperson’s time. Excusing himself, Perry reminded me that we still needed to discuss Boomgarden, a.k.a. Yoda. As far as I was concerned, we still needed to discuss all kinds of things, including Liam Davies and Mitchell Slater. Perry promised to meet me near the concession stand after my Walk of Shame, which he generously referred to as my “Spotlight Moment.”

I didn’t know quite what to make of Perry Stiles. Clearly, he was a leader, an organizer, and a gossipmonger. Although his inference about Liam and Odette upset me, he managed to bolster my sagging self-esteem with the reminder that I didn’t have to let Susan or her committee humiliate me. Hell, they hadn’t got the best of Kori, had they?

I needed to correct Perry’s Liam-Odette confusion before he could spread that misunderstanding like oil across water. Odette was my friend as well as my star sales agent. I had a duty to defend her.

But first I had a more pressing duty: to handle my own dog. Susan Davies waved to me from across the arena. At her side, on a leash, Abra was poised to bring me down.

Susan must have taken the time to reapply lipstick after her side-door kissing session. She flashed a glossy smile as I crossed the arena to reclaim my canine.

“Are you ready, Whiskey? Abra is.”

My dog ignored me, as usual. Instead she fixed her soulful eyes on Susan and thumped her tail.