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mutual. You need to play hard to get and he’ll come around.”
    “I can’t play hard to get, and I don’t want him. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.” Noni didn’t understand her future rested on his cooperation. “He accused me of stalking him and trying to seduce him in a nursing home, of all places. Me! Look at me. I’m not exactly the seductress type.”
    Her grandmother’s gaze swept her to head to toe and the old woman raised her brow.
    She blew out an exasperated breath. “This outfit is an exception, and I didn’t put it on to seduce him . I swear to....”
    “Don’t you curse again, or I’m getting the dish soap.”
    Lannie threw her hands in the air and growled. “You can’t understand what I’m going through.” No way could she back off as her grandmother suggested—or seduce him. She didn’t have the luxury and had promised herself weeks ago, she wouldn’t worry Noni with the details. There could never be anything between her and Tanner. If she let her hormones run the show, she’d find herself with not only a broken heart, but a homeless grandmother.
    “Well, I know men better than you think, and I’m not the only one here who can help.” Noni grabbed her arm and steered her toward the recreation room. “You happen to be in the company of experts.” Several of the old ladies nodded their heads.
    “I used to dance burlesque,” one petite woman who appeared close to ninety, piped up. “In Chicago.”
    “Okay....” Lannie began to back away. “I got to go.” Classes on how to snag a man, courtesy of Noni and friends. Things had changed a great deal since the twenties and thirties. Did they really think they could help her with their old-fashioned tricks, and did she really want to snag this man?
    “Sit down.” Her grandmother pointed at the couch. “You got some learning to do, and we’re not taking no for an answer. Tanner is a great catch, and you’d be stupid to let him get away—which it sounds as though you’ve already decided to do. So, listen close. There’s a lot to cover, and you, my poor dear, are clueless.”
    Lannie plopped onto the couch, giving up the argument before it got started. No way could she get out of this, now that they had her in their clutches.
    Noni whispered behind her hand with another woman, Dot—the same one who’d danced burlesque, or claimed to. They cast her a sneaky look and murmured a few more seconds before Dot headed for the exit with her walker. Slide, clunk, slide, clunk , off she went on her mission—which, at the pace she traveled, might take her all night to accomplish.
    She’d hiked her purple polyester pants up to just under her breasts, leaving four inches of baggy sock showing at the bottoms. Hunched over, white haired, with sagging skin everywhere, she sure didn’t look like any stripper Lannie’d ever seen.
    She’d humor them. What could it hurt? They were harmless.
     
    Twenty minutes later ....
    Lannie stared at the diamond-studded pasties, complete with tassels, resting in her grandmother’s hand. Included in the box of goodies Dot had the maintenance man bring in from her room were a set of giant pink feather fans almost as tall as she was and matching sheer panties with a diamond-covered area in the front barely large enough to cover the girly-bits. Off the back side, in a reinforced panel, plumage fanned out, giving the term shake your tail feathers a more generalized meaning.
    Lannie blinked. Oh, hell no .
    Noni grabbed her hand, pried it open, and dumped the sparkly nipple covers into her palm. “They’re called pasties. You put them on your boobies, dear.”
    “What?” Lannie blinked. Of course she knew where they went. That her grandmother knew, well, proved to be a bit disturbing.
    “Like this.” Dot took them from her and demonstrated over her clothes, cupping them to her breasts, moving her shoulders and making the tassels swing back and forth, humming “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” “In my