Shuyin smiled softly at her. "He calls her 'temporary.'"
Silence fell over their immediate area, a pocket of stillness in the chaos.
The man suddenly shoved backward. "This is ridiculous... she's lying...!"
The girl slapped him.
The sound cracked across the music like a gunshot.
Gasps erupted.
Instant cheers followed.
Security stepped closer as the man backed away, his hand pressed to his reddening cheek.
Shuyin waved lazily. "Next relationship, try to be honest at least. It's cheaper than hotel rooms."
The girl burst into tears, then suddenly hugged Shuyin, sobbing into her shoulder.
"Thank you," she choked out.
Shuyin patted her head gently, almost tenderly. "You deserve better than a reservation."
TARGET #6: THE "SOULMATE HOPPER"
Shuyin spun again, her finger lifting.
"You!" she called out.
A charming man near the bar froze. He had that soft, emotional type of face, the kind women trusted instantly, the kind that spoke of vulnerability and depth.
