fighting this one all the way. Nobody knows why. He and Tate have had some real battles over this.â
âThatâs just an excuse and you know it. Tate hates the man.â Colby pushed back a strand of straight black hair that fell into his eyes. Unlike Tate, his hair was short. âI know I said this before, but it bears repeating. You know Tate wonât like you staying with me.â
âI donât care,â she said bitterly. âI donât tell him where to sleep. Itâs none of his business what I do anymore.â
He made a rough sound. âWould you like to guess what heâs going to assume if you stay the night in my apartment?â
She drew in a long breath. âOkay. I donât want to cause problems between you, not after all the years youâve been friends. Take me to a hotel instead.â
He hesitated uncharacteristically. âI can take the heat, if you can.â
âI donât know that I can. Iâve got enough turmoil in my life right now. Besides, heâll look for me at your place. I donât want to be found for a couple of days, until I can get used to my new situation and make some decisions about my future. I want to see Senator Holden and find another apartment. I can do all that from a hotel.â
âSuit yourself.â
âMake it a moderately priced one,â she added with graveyard humor. âIâm no longer a woman of means. From now on, Iâm going to have to be responsible for my own bills.â
âYou should have poured the soup in the right lap,â he murmured.
âWhich was?â
âAudrey Gannonâs,â he said curtly. âShe had no right to tell you that Tate was your benefactor. She did it for pure spite, to drive a wedge between you and Tate. Sheâs nothing but trouble. One day Tate is going to be sorry that he ever met her.â
âSheâs lasted longer than the others.â
âYou havenât spent enough time talking to her to know what sheâs like. I have,â he added darkly. âShe has enemies, among them an ex-husband whoâs living in a duplex because she got his house, his Mercedes, and his Swiss bank account in the divorce settlement.â
âSo thatâs where all those pretty diamonds came from,â she said wickedly.
âHer parents had money, too, but they spent most of it before they died in a plane crash. She likes unusual men, they say, and Tateâs unusual.â
âShe wonât go to the reservation to see Leta,â she commented.
âOf course not.â He leaned toward her as he stopped at a traffic light. âItâs a Native American reservation!â
She stuck her tongue out at him. âLetaâs worth two of Audrey.â
âThree,â he returned. âOkay. Iâll find you a hotel. Then Iâm leaving town before Tate comes looking for me!â
âYou might hang a crab on your front door,â she said, tongue-in-cheek. âIt just might ward him off.â
âHa!â
She turned her eyes toward the bright lights of the city. She felt cold and alone and a little frightened. But everything would work out. She knew it would. She was a grown woman and she could take care of herself. This was her chance to prove it.
Chapter Two
T here was film at eleven. Senator Holden found it hilarious, and when Cecily phoned to ask him about the job at the new museum that heâd offered her, he told her so. He didnât ask any questions. He accepted her application over the phone and gave her the job on the spot.
Early Monday morning, Cecily found a small apartment that she could manage on the salary sheâd be making and she moved out of the apartment Tate had been paying for. She pulled out of her masterâs classes and withdrew from college. From now on, she was paying her own way. And one day, sheâd pay Tate back, every penny. For the time being, shell-shocked and