“I don’t know what you expected, sugar. You flailed him within an inch of his life. Men are frail creatures. They can’t take criticism so they turn to whoever’s attractive, available and willing to pay them any kind of attention. And that she-cat seemed quite willing.” Bella nodded to a couple walking toward them. They reached the elevator. Sabina made no attempt to press the button just stared at it as the door closed. Bella reached around her and pushed five. Two women got on at second then got off on four. Sabina stiffened her wilting spine and bit down on her trembling lip. “Why should I care what trollop he picks up?” “No reason at all, sugar,” Bella agreed as the elevator slid to a smooth stop on five. Something in Bella’s tone cut through the waves of misery rolling over her. She glanced at her friend. Her expression distracted, Bella stepped out of the elevator. “Did that woman look familiar to you?” “I could only see her from the back. Should she have?”
