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“The hot tub girl was the one before the one with the legs, and after the one with the boobs," Dan snorted, weaving slightly on his feet. "And I think he had a couple of models in between from the modeling agency start-up that he was considering adding to his portfolio."
"I told you we should have invested in that one," Marco said, making no effort to keep his voice down. "He was swimming in tits and ass." He looked over at Daisy. "Pardon my French."
Daisy gave him a cold smile. "Quel salaud!"
Liam didn't speak French, but from the look on Daisy's face he suspected what she'd said wasn't polite.
"So who is she really?" Dan gave him a nudge, keeping his voice low. "I mean, come on, man. You and her?"
"I'm his parole officer." Daisy grabbed Liam's arm and tugged him in the opposite direction. "He's on an escorted day pass. Move aside because I have to have him back in his cell by eleven P.M."
Dan's eyes widened. "No shit? What did he do?"
"He swam in the wrong hot tub." Daisy fixed Dan with a glare. "Next time, check their ID.”