“Your Rolex,” she snapped, and it was like a slap to my face. “Maybe you should go,” I cut in coldly, the chill I felt on the inside leaching out through my voice. “You don’t have to take that tone with me. “And there are additional dangers that come just from being a beautiful woman,” she rushed on. And knowing for certain that they’re in danger-” You won’t be able to understand what it’s like until you have children of your own. She started to fidget, almost wringing her hands. “Are we good? Clean slate and all that? Or is there something you want to tell me?” “Cary tells me you’re seeing someone new. “Do you have plans this weekend?” She pulled away, her gaze sliding warily over my face. “Wine?” Cary asked, clearly picking up on my restless mood.Īs he headed off to the kitchen, my mom glided over to me on sexy red-soled slingbacks and pulled me in for a hug. When the fund-raisers were formal, she always purchased seats for Cary and me. In my honor, she supported charities benefiting abused women and children. His nod allowed me to shrug and say, “Okay.” I looked at Cary for confirmation that he’d be escorting me. “A shelter fund-raiser, a week from Thursday.” It still amazed me that Gideon found my body so irresistible when he’d previously been drawn only to tall, slender brunettes.ĭropping my bag and purse on a bar stool, I asked, “What’s the occasion?” I had a butt no amount of exercise would rid me of and breasts that prevented me from wearing anything without a lot of support. I’d been told my whole life that I looked just like her, but I had my father’s gray eyes instead of her cornflower blue, and my abundant curves were from the Reyes side. I had to hand it to her she could make any era look glamorous. Her blond hair framed her beautiful face in thick, glossy curls. “Isn’t it fantastic?” my mother gushed, looking fantastic herself in a fifties-style fitted dress with cap sleeves and a pattern of tiny cherries. WHEN I walked in my front door five and a half hours later, Cary, my mom, and a dazzling silver Nina Ricci formal gown laid out on the sofa greeted me. “That didn’t look too bad,” Megumi said, joining me. “Bye.” I watched her exit through the glass doors. “You were worried about me discussing Gideon with the reporter.” I was worried about the reporter and wanted to discuss her with you.” I hope I get to find out for sure.” She stood. He’s one of those brooding artist types.” Gage is different from Gideon in a lot of ways. She’d been horribly used by Gideon’s brother, Christopher. “Good for you.” In that respect, I wished her only the best. Without him around, I can think again.” She straightened. I had someone in my life who I thought was a friend but was really just toxic. Maybe because she seemed so at ease with herself, which hadn’t been the case the previous times we’d crossed paths. “Oh, I’m sure you have ways.” Magdalene’s eyes sparkled with knowing amusement. I felt a ripple of pleasure over that news. “He’s told Corinne that it’s best if they remain long-distance friends, rather than social ones. “The type he doesn’t stick with long.” Her full red lips twisted ruefully. “She’s his type,” she pointed out, studying me. “Of course not.” Magdalene leaned forward, setting her elbows on her knees. “Deanna Johnson? You didn’t answer her, did you?” My fingertips curled into the cushion of the armrest. “A reporter stopped by my office today, asking personal questions about Gideon.” I resented her for being able to spend time with my boyfriend openly when I couldn’t. “Oh?” I set my purse down beside me and crossed my legs, smoothing my burgundy skirt.
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