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“Lemonade?” She examined the ceramic pitcher for the magic key. “Nope, no cigar. Maybe pickles?”
    â€œWhat about lemon balls?” Jo proposed, looking bored with the search. “Do they have those in Prague?”
    Caylin unscrewed the lid of the pickle jar. “Bingo!” she cheered, snatching the key from inside the lid.
    â€œNow that all the secret bells and whistles are out in the open,” Jo said, “I’m going to unpack and unwind.”
    The others agreed. An hour later essentials werestowed, snacks were scarfed, and the Spy Girls were ready to rock.
    â€œOkay,” Jo began as she dabbed pink polish on her toenails. “Here’s a little vocab lesson. There are about a dozen ways to say ‘cute’ in Czech, but I’ll give you three.”
    â€œHow challenging,” Caylin called out from the kitchen, where she was whipping up a goulash dinner to celebrate their first night in Prague. “Just don’t quiz me later, okay?”
    â€œOne, there’s roztomilý , which is a charming kind of cute,” Jo continued, unfazed. “Then there’s rozkoÅ¡ný , which is cute -cute—you know, like ‘that little big-eyed puppy is totally rozkoÅ¡ný .’ And then there’s mazaný , which is foxy . . . literally.”
    â€œThanks, Jo,” Theresa drawled. “I’m sure that’ll come in handy the next time I’m in a bind.”
    Caylin jumped out of the kitchen. She clapped and rolled her eyes up melodramatically. “ ‘Please, sir, don’t kill me—I find you so . . . mazaný  !’ ” she cried breathily.
    â€œI’m just going to stick to my pocket translator, thank you very much.” Theresa waved the thin, checkbook-size computer in the air for emphasis.
    â€œYou guys just don’t know how to have fun.” Jo sighed as she finished up her pedicure. “You know, it’s amazing how the right polish and a kickin’ toe ring can make the ugliest part of the body look fabulous.”
    Theresa looked up from her laptop. “You know, what’s really amazing is how much time people spend painting their fingers and toes and faces. It just doesn’t seem sensible.”
    â€œI think you’ve been surfing that web too long, my darling,” Caylin called out. “Try some real surfing and you’ll see the world in a whole different way.”
    â€œSports and makeup.” Theresa rolled her eyes. “Sorry, but I don’t see the connection.”
    Buzz-buzz . . . buzzzzzzzz-buzzzzzzzz.
    Jo jumped in surprise at the sound of the intercom. Thankfully her perfect polish remained intact.
    â€œThe secret buzz!” Theresa whispered.
    â€œThat’s our wardrobe!” Jo exclaimed. She hobbled toward the door on her heels to avoid damaging her tantalizing tootsies. “Who iiis it?” she asked, peering through the peephole.
    â€œSpecial delivery,” the guy behind the door called.
    Panting, she turned to Theresa and Caylin. “He’s foxy  !” Jo whispered.
    â€œDon’t you mean mazaný  ?” Theresa and Caylin teased in stereo.
    The “Mystery Date” song played in Jo’s head as she opened the door, revealing a tall, muscular guy with long blond hair and a bright smile.
    â€œI w-would like to, h-how you say, greet you,” he mumbled in stilted English.
    Jo held out her hand. “You mean, hello .”
    The delivery guy ignored her hand and squinted at her. “Yes . . . hello. I have boxes.”
    He turned and began unloading cardboard boxes from his dolly. Each box was marked with one of their names. The muscles in his forearms rippled like steel cables.
    Mmm, yummy .
    Jo grinned at the others, wiggling her eyebrows. “Those boxes look heavy,” she said to him.
    He stared at her feet. “Pink.”
    She showed off her