CONROY, PLEASE reconsider! We value your business.” Adam clutched the receiver and then consciously relaxed his grip. “In fact, we can discount our services—” “I appreciate that, Adam, I really do. But I’ve already hired Hunny Do to take care of all my needs.” The sixty-six-year-old retired schoolteacher paused. “Unless you’re offering shirt-optional services, too?” “What?” He tried to feel outrage, but honestly, he was more annoyed he hadn’t thought of the concept. Beautiful Beaux was the worst kept secret in Broken Arrow—and everyone knew how much the female senior citizens liked the all-male strip club. In fact, their weekly Bingo night was held there every Wednesday. “Mrs. Conroy, our men are skilled professionals, not strippers.” Mrs. Conroy chuckled. “That’s too bad, Adam. I’m betting you and Ian have very nice abs.” Adam wasn’t sure how to respond.
