“I don’t smoke.”
Josh smiled sheepishly. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t with that voice of yours. Got to keep those girls swoonin’.” He looked at me. “What about you?”
“I don’t smoke, either,” I replied.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. “Yeah, it’s a nasty habit. I need to quit. Too bad it’s so damn hard.”
“I wonder if hypnotism would work?” I said, looking at Slade.
Slade smiled. “I’m sure it would.”
“I might have to check that out,” said Josh. “Maybe when I get some time off, I’ll give it a whirl.”
“If you’re interested, I know some people,” I said, smiling.
“I may ask you for one of their numbers then,” he replied before stepping off of the plane.
“I think I’m going to use the bathroom before Melody gets back,” I said, standing up.
“Okay,” said Slade, lea
