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I won’t spoil your fun. Just remember your friends when you land the whale.”
Sonja giggled. “From your lips.”

 
Chapter Six
     
 
“I can’t imagine why anyone would want to go out in public in this getup.” Jerry grumbled as she walked into the great room of her Nob Hill condo. “I look like a rainbow Popsicle.” She pulled the colorful leotard higher on her shoulders.
Both men stared as she entered the room, Dylan’s sandwich poised halfway to his mouth and Ethan’s coffee cup suspended in midair. Dylan found his voice first.
“I can tell you why, you look amazing. Make sure you wear a coat or else you’ll stop traffic.” Dylan grinned at Jerry’s blush.
“Yes, ummm, yes.” Ethan’s tongue wouldn’t work and his thoughts were all jumbled. Seeing Jerry dressed in a body sculpting leotard and matching tights nearly caused his heart to stop.
“Shouldn’t there be more to it than this? I’m doing yoga, not ballet.” Self-conscious but determined not to show it, Jerry moved towards the kitchen. “What’s wrong with a decent pair of sweats? I can downward dog with the best of them just fine in my old clothes.”
“Check the dresser, there should be coordinating pants.” Dylan told her, then went back to his sandwich. “Katherine took yoga.” He answered Jerry’s unspoken question.
“Thanks, I’ll look after I eat. How is the ex, by the way? You haven’t mentioned her lately.” Jerry went about preparing her lunch.
“Things are good. We’re finally on speaking terms again. How about bringing some chips to the table when you come.”
Jerry grabbed a bag from the stocked pantry and joined the men. Ethan was looking everywhere but at her.
“That’s good. What’s it been, three years since the divorce?” Jerry handed Dylan the chips.
“Something like that.” Tearing open the bag, he chose to change the subject. “So, yoga this afternoon, then an appointment at the salon. Sounds exhausting.” He grinned.
“Bite me. So what did you find out this morning?”
“Not much. The neighbors were useless; apparently people keep to themselves around here. The latest victim, Jenna, had a doorman. I’m meeting him this afternoon. He’s been on vacation since she disappeared; the cops haven’t even talked to him yet. Maybe he can shed some light.”
“Doormen can be excellent sources. Bring cash.” Ethan finally found his voice.
“Got it covered.” Dylan nodded, then attacked his lunch.
“You’re not eating?” Jerry asked Ethan. Since their searing kiss earlier, they had both been careful not to touch the other. She wondered if it had affected him as much as it had affected her. The kiss cemented their chemistry; no one would doubt they were a couple. They had spent most of their free time chatting, getting to know likes and dislikes that meant nothing to the case, but everything to their supposed romance. Jerry liked knowing that he loved dogs, enjoyed reading and played rugby. She’d also found that opening up to him about her own life was effortless.
“Not yet, I’ll get something later. My body thinks it’s in Europe.” His answering smile warmed her heart and made her toes curl, just a little.
“Sorry, forgot. Nate asked me to tell you that you’ve got eight o’clock reservations for dinner tonight at Quincette.” Dylan noticed the energy change between Jerry and Ethan and wondered if she was taken in by the slick bastard. He made a mental note to talk to her later.
“Thanks. Any particular reason for that restaurant?” Jerry asked.
“Nope, just that it’s high end and popular among the beautiful people.” Dylan grinned at her again. “I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”
“The idea is for us to be seen; we’ll be dining out a lot in the next few days. It’s better if we have drinks at one location, then move on to another for dinner. We can cover more ground that way. We should also attend the opera one night and obtain an invitation to any important events in the