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only the coffee cups and waterglasses needed to be cleared away. The rest of her day was going to be a total loss, because she would be fending off Gina’s questions.
    “Yes, I think this is going to be much more interesting than I anticipated when Daddy asked us to give our seal of approval,” Tory Planchet agreed from next to her father. “To think Trevor whined all the way over here. Of course, I had to rouse the beast out of bed, so that might account for it.”
    “Should I tell Daddy about my little dinner with your Yankee friend while he was away, sister dear?” Trevor asked quietly, but Jessie noticed his sister suddenly seemed to be interested in the pattern of the carpet. Was the Yankee friend the man standing with Trevor by the fig tree that night?
    “I think that we’re ready to get back to the office, T.L.,” Jessie announced brightly, giving Gina “The Look,” which had a thousand translations. Today her partner seemed to understand immediately that it meant “Get me out of here now, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
    She and Gina murmured a general good-bye. Jessie made sure there was always someone between her and Trevor. She was too drained to deal with whatever nonsense he would begin, undoubtedly some impassioned, but implausible, story about thinking of her for the past week. Men like him were always charming, effusive and full of—
    “Trevor, don’t take another step. You’ve done more than enough for one day,” she heard Tory say from behind her. Unable to resist, Jessie looked over her shoulder and immediately regretted it. Trevor was staring straight at her, all the former good humor gone from his face. For a fleeting moment her traitorous mind translated the expression as real disappointment. Shaking her head, she turned away to follow Gina to the elevator. Trevor Planchet would hardly be disappointed that she was leaving without speaking to him.
     
    “Trevor Eugene Planchet, you have to be the biggest jerk on the face of the earth,” Tory said without moving her lips as she waved to her father before the elevator doors closed.
    “Hey, I said I’d let you drive, even if it is my turn to have the T-bird.” He wasn’t about to admit he knew exactly why his sister was about to read him the riot act. It had nothing to do with their joint ownership of the white 1957 T-bird.
    “I should make you walk home. You aren’t fit to be out in public with decent people,” she continued as if he hadn’t said a word. “You’ve been reading your fan mail again, haven’t you? How many times have I told you that you aren’t God’s gift to women simply because you’re on television every day of the week. First it was that poor woman at Abby’s party last week, and now this—”
    The doors of the elevator opened onto the parking deck and gave him a temporary reprieve as they passed two men getting on. But Trevor knew his sister; she could be as tenacious as a coon dog on the prowl. He held his breath, waiting to see if she would make the connection. He knew she hadn’t seen him kiss Jessie that night, but Abby was sure to have filled her in on all the gory details by now.
    “How could you embarrass poor Jessica DeLord that way?” Tory renewed her attack as they headed for the car.
    “You called her Jessica.” He stopped in the middle of the ramp to give her a speculative look. No one had called her Jessica today, had they? She had been talking to Abby.
    “That’s the name on the business card Daddy sent along with his royal summons to this meeting.” She shot him a curious look that made him regret his suspicions. “You didn’t bother to read the letter, and that’s why you were still in bed this morning. Serves you right. So what’s the big deal about my knowing her name—”
    He knew he was doomed as sudden comprehension crossed his sister’s expressive face. Tory hadn’t realized earlier that Jessie had been at the Bushes’ party, but she knew now.
    “Oh,