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the surface, but I ignored it.
    “It's what you don't say that speaks volumes, Blane,” I bit out, my heart hurting at the truth of it.  “What did Keaston mean by short list?  What short list will you be on if you win this case?”
    I didn't think he was going to answer me, his jaw locked tight, but finally he spoke.
    “Governor.  He was talking about the short list for Governor.”
    My jaw dropped open in shock and my feet stumbled.  Only Blane's tight grip kept me from falling. 
    “Of Indiana?” I squeaked, then wanted to kick myself for the stupid question.  Blane gave a curt nod, watching me. 
    “Excuse me,” I said, stepping out of his grip.  I had to get away for a few minutes, regain my control and equilibrium.  I didn't want to break down into tears in the middle of the dance floor.  He let me go, watching as I walked away.
    I found a ladies' room and hid in a stall, taking deep breaths. 
    I had hoped Blane felt more for me.  I wanted to be more than another transient woman in his life and his bed.  I'd known Blane was a player, had seen him discard women without a backward glance.  Why I thought I'd be different, I had no idea.  My naiveté was my own undoing.  I wanted to be a real part of his life, but the fact that he hadn’t told me about the case, that he had thoughts of running for Governor, made my wants seem laughable.  Sometimes my outlook on life was too hopeful for my own good.
    I realized I couldn't hide in the bathroom all night and surveyed myself in the mirror, tucking a few strands of hair that had gotten loose back up into some pins.  The light caught on my necklace and I touched it, remembering the look in Blane's eyes when he'd given it to me mere hours ago.  A hint of doubt crept into my mind.  Maybe I was wrong; maybe Blane had a good reason for not telling me about all this.  It wasn't like I'd given him a chance to talk before rushing off.
    I resolved to give him a chance to explain, to tell me why he'd kept this news from me, and that resolve lasted until I walked into the ballroom and saw him dancing with Kandi in his arms.
    Well.
    Turning on my heel, I walked out and didn't stop walking until I hit the street.  It was cold and I shivered, belatedly realizing I'd left my coat inside.  I couldn't have retrieved it anyway; Blane still had the ticket.
    It was late and the streets were nearly empty, the sidewalk even more so.  I had my purse with me but only had a few dollars, not enough for a cab.  There was a bus stop a few blocks away so I trudged onward.  I'd catch the bus towards my apartment and walk the last few blocks from where it dropped off.  It was nearly ten and I knew it picked up every hour.
    I walked morosely, watching the sidewalk so I didn't trip.  I was regretting the shoes now, but it wasn't as if I'd known I'd be hiking in them by the end of the evening.  I sniffed, telling myself it was the cold making my nose run.  My toes were numb and I was freezing.  I wrapped my arms around myself to try to stay warm.  The wind went right through the satin fabric of my dress and before long I was shivering.  I cursed the cold, my choice of attire tonight, the fact that I'd agreed to come with Blane in the first place, and Kandi-with-an-i on general principal.  It was quite clear she had more of a history with Blane than I'd realized or that he'd bothered to tell me.
    I turned down a side street and saw the bus stop a block away.  Finally.  I picked up the pace a little but was brought to a jarring halt by the voice echoing out of the darkness.
    “Hey, pretty girl, give me your cash and I won’t mess up your fancy dress.”
     
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    “Give me the necklace or you'll regret it,” the mugger said, jerking me back to the imminently dangerous here and now.
    “My husband's is on his way,” I lied, grasping for straws.
    He laughed cruelly.  “You're a shitty liar,” he scoffed.  His hand closed around the pendant