Chapter Thirty Six
Irene was happy to be wearing Reeboks. “Jack Namath? You stop right there, mister.”
Well trained to a woman’s voice, Irene thought when he immediately came to heel. She had chased him, caught him, before he could disappear. Irene didn’t mince her words: “I don’t know what you think you saw, but you’re mistaken. He’s a pilot, Jack. Someone I worked with. And what you saw was strictly business. Understand?”
Jack turned and Irene felt a crack in her resolve as he ran his eyes over her short skirt. It wasn’t exactly business attire and they both knew it. But to his credit, he didn’t throw it up in her face.
“Business? What business!”
“He’s working with the Casino. He and some promoter from New York will be flying in a volleyball team. Some publicity stunt they’re workin
