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She followed him into the ticket office, where he climbed up on the old desk and pushed aside a splintery access panel above his head. As she watched how effortlessly he pulled himself through the opening, a rush of desire swept through her. First his chest disappeared, then the rest of him, all in one effortless motion. She wanted to feel that strength pressed against her once more, inside her. She stepped away.
He reemerged five minutes later, looking dirtier and more withdrawn. “Nothing. Let’s get out of here.”
She’d hoped Wi
“Right. Since you’ve done so well already.” He pulled away the plastic. She gritted her teeth and watched. He moved the ladder to the side, looked under the drop cloth, and studied a pair of paint-splattered cracked leather boots she’d found during an earlier exploration.
“He wouldn’t have left them here if he hadn’t pla
“Who knows?”
As he returned the boots to their place under the workbench, Sugar Beth thought of Tallulah and the bitterness that came over women who defined their lives only through their relationships with men.
Finally, there was no place left to look, nothing to do but lock up. “I’m sorry, Sugar Beth.”
She’d been counting on his sarcasm to sustain her, and now she had to fight to keep her composure. “C’est la vie, I guess.”
“Give me a couple of days,” he said, more softly. “I’ll think of something.”
“It’s my problem, not yours.”
“Nevertheless.”
She didn’t hang around any longer. Instead, she left him standing on the path and made her way back into the house. As she shut the door, she reminded herself that finding the painting today had always been a long shot. She shouldn’t have let herself hope.
Barely five minutes passed before Wi
Sugar Beth mustered the energy to reply. “So far, you and I are the only ones he doesn’t like.”
“Why would you keep an animal like that around?”
“A lesson in humility.”
Wi
He backed away just far enough to block the doorway to the kitchen so that she had to climb over him. “I picked up some groceries,” she said. “I told Gigi to come over for lunch. I hope that’s all right.”
“Sure. I like Gigi.”
The implication didn’t bother Wi
“You look upset,” Wi
“Broken fingernail.”
“It’s the painting, isn’t it? Colin said he was going to help you look for it today. You must not have found anything.”
“Not unless you count spiders.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know. Talk to Tallulah’s canasta club again, maybe. Try to figure out if she had any other confidantes.”
“Not that I know of. She was so critical most people avoided her. I can’t believe someone like Lincoln Ash could have fallen in love with such a sourpuss.”
“I don’t think she was always like that. My father said she was fu
“Our father. Just once, Sugar Beth, I’d like to hear you say it.”
“Maybe you’d better check the weather report. Last time I looked, hell hadn’t frozen over.”
“Doesn’t being a bitch get exhausting after a while?”
“You tell me.”
“I believe in deferring to the experts.”
They continued like that for a while, trading insults and, in general, keeping themselves entertained, which was a welcome distraction after Sugar Beth’s dismal morning. So many years of being a respectable, law-abiding citizen made Wi
Sugar Beth went upstairs to wash off the dirt and phone Delilah. Afterward she gazed over at Frenchman’s Bride. Colin had said he intended to write today, but he was outside working on his wall.
When she returned downstairs, she heard the humming of a happy little kitchen elf. “Orzo.” Wi
Sugar Beth decided to distract herself by picking another fight. “It wouldn’t kill you to thank me for what I did last night. If I hadn’t gone that extra mile, you’d still think your husband was nuts about me.”
But Wi
“Yeah, that’s exactly the kind of information I’m go
“I knew there was something going on between the two of you the night of the cocktail party. But you’ve met your match. Colin is one man who has his head screwed on straight.”
“Right now, mine is screwed on a lot straighter than his.”
“I sincerely doubt that.” Wi
“I don’t want him to.”
“If that man dangled a diamond in front of you, you’d rip his arm off to get to it.”
Sugar Beth shrugged. “Whatever you want to believe.”
By turning serious, she seemed to have taken the fun out of the game. Wi
She nodded.
But if she’d expected Wi
“He sees it, all right. I’ve been trying to dump him since Tuesday night, but he won’t stay dumped.”
That threw Wi
“Two of them, anyway. When did you say Gigi would be getting here?”
“Don’t try to tell me you’re not attracted to him. I’ve seen the way the two of you behave when you’re together.”
“Just drop it, okay.”
“My, my. Have I hit a tender spot?”
All Sugar Beth could do was nod.
That gave Wi
Sugar Beth nearly choked on her coffee. “That’s definitely not something you should share with your worst enemy.”
“Probably not.” She cracked a hard-boiled egg against the side of the bowl. “I spent fourteen years trying to make it up to him. I didn’t think he knew, but he did. And he never said anything. He just let his resentment eat away.” A piece of eggshell fell to the floor, but she didn’t notice. “What a pair we’ve been. He suffered in noble silence, and I fed my guilt by overcompensating. Then I blamed you for everything that was wrong in our marriage. So when it comes to you and me, Sugar Beth, which one of us is the biggest si
“Beats me. I’m not good at making moral judgments.”
“You seem to have made a few about yourself.”