Jack said, grinning. “You mark my words—something is going on there.” “He thinks she’s a lunatic,” Victor said flatly. “And you’ve never wanted to sleep with a woman you thought was off the wall?” Jack asked. “What man out there hasn’t found himself dying to bang someone gorgeous, no matter what he thought of her sanity, brains or anything else?” “She resents him. Big time,” Victor said flatly. “And she doesn’t sleep around.” “Listen to you,” Alex said, laughing. “You’re getting all big-brother over there. And you’re the one who wants to trick her?” “You in or out?” Victor asked him. “Just what the hell do you intend to do?” Jack demanded. “Nothing major. Just put a blond mannequin on her porch for when she wakes up,” Victor said. “Honestly, don’t you think she’ll get a laugh out of it, too, and then she’ll be past all that panic the other day?” “Where do you think you’re going to get a mannequin at this time of night?”
