a female voice said. Kate raised her head to find a tall blonde in a form-fitting white sheath applying lipstick at the mirror beside her. “I saw you dancing with him before I came in, so I assume he's what led to your need for sanctuary.” The woman examined her reflection for a moment and was apparently satisfied because she tucked her lipstick back into her purse and then swiveled on her stool to face Kate. “I dated Randall a few years ago. He's a wonderful lover, in case you don't know that yet. And while he's interested, he's very interested, but he always moves on.” “I appreciate your information, but I'm not quite sure why you're telling me this.” The blonde shrugged gracefully. “You seem like the easily bruised type. I just thought that I should warn you.” She held out her hand. “By the way, I'm Sylvia Dupont.” Kate had automatically started to put her hand out but stopped abruptly. “Sylvia Dupont? From Washington?” Sylvia looked pleased. “I see that my reputation has reached even New York.”
