on the floor talking on her phone came over to us. She was about my height, with light brown hair styled in a blunt cut and dark eyes framed by long, thick lashes. She wore bright pink yoga pants and a white tank top that showed off a trim but curvaceous figure.
She scanned Dana and me up and down. "What's going on here?"
"Nothing," Caitlyn assured her. "We were just talking about Dog."
"What about him?" the woman asked nervously. "Are you reporters?"
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Relax, Blakely. It's nothing like that."
"Blakely Alexander?" I asked.
The woman nodded. "That's right."
"I thought you looked familiar," Dana spoke up. "But you changed your hair color."
Blakely looked surprised but pleased. "Thought I'd go brunette for a while. What do you think?"
"Very cute," Dana said.
We went through a hasty round of introductions. "Blakely was also married to Dog," Caitlyn said. "That's how we met."
"Dog introduced you?" I asked.
But Blakely threw her head back and laughed. "As if! No, Dog cheated on me with Caitlyn."
I turned to Caitlyn. "So I guess that's how you knew about his reputation for infidelity when you married him, huh?"
If Caitlyn was ashamed of her part in Blakely's breakup, she didn't show it, just shrugging again. "What can I say? After Dog cheated on me, Blakely and I bonded over our mutual dislike of the man."
"Turns out, we had a lot more in common than just falling for the wrong guy," Blakely added. "I think our friendship has lasted longer than either of our marriages to him."
"I hope you don't mind me saying this," Dana said to Caitlyn. Then she turned to Blakely. "But you're very forgiving."
Blakely grinned. "Sure, I was mad at first. But really, Cait was just an innocent victim of that man. He preys on women, tells them what they want to hear, and then moves on the second he gets bored." She frowned. "Or he did, anyway."
"A friendship like ours is worth more than any man," Caitlyn agreed. "That goes double for a dog."
They both laughed at the joke but stopped when Dana and I didn't join in, seemingly realizing they were talking about a dead man.
"Did your prenup have an infidelity clause like Caitlyn's did?" Dana asked.
Blakely paused, eyes cutting to Caitlyn before she answered. "With his history, I'd be dumb not to."
"You mean he cheated on other wives?" I asked.
Blakely nodded. "Who do you think broke up marriage number two?" She chucked two thumbs in her own direction.
"Wait—Dog cheated on wife #2 with you"—I pointed to Blakely—"then you became wife #3, and he cheated on you with soon-to-be wife #4?"
She gave a shrug and a head tilt. "I shoulda known better than to trust him, right?"
"Don't tell me you two are besties with wife #2 also?" I asked.
Blakely wrinkled up her nose. "Giselle?" She shook her head. "No way. She's too stuck up. Moved to Paris or something after Dog paid her off."
"She got a nice divorce settlement too?" Dana asked, giving me a meaningful side-eye.
Caitlyn nodded. "We all did. Well, everyone but Laura."
"Laura?" I asked, trying to place the name.
"The OG," Blakely said. "Original wife. Dog's first marriage."
"Laura didn't get a divorce settlement?" Dana asked.
"Not a penny," Caitlyn confirmed. "Trust me—I heard Dog complain about every alimony check he ever wrote when we were together. None went to her."
I frowned. "But they were together for years, right? Since before Dog made his millions. Wouldn't she be entitled to at least some community property?"
Caitlyn gave me a blank look and shrugged. "I dunno. All I know is Laura got nothing."
Interesting. That left at least one wife who might not have been so nonchalant about making off like a bandit after a short-lived marriage went south.
"You mentioned you teach Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays," Dana said. "So you weren't teaching a class yesterday?"
"No." Caitlyn eyed Dana suspiciously. "Why?"
"Just wondering if you'd gone to the Jeopardy! taping," Dana said, putting her acting skills to the test with her fake nonchalance. "You know, to wish Dog luck or anything?"
Caitlyn put her hands on her hips. "And why would I do that? I told you, Dog and I were ancient history."
"She was with me," Blakely blurted out quickly. "Here at the gym. She was training me all day."
"That's right." Caitlyn nodded slowly, some of her initial eagerness to talk to us wearing off. "I was here."
Blakely quickly continued on, her words rushing together in her haste to explain. "See, Cait is helping me to get in shape for a show I'm booked