I had put the top down for the drive home, hoping the air would clear my head. Instead, the sun had baked my brain, and the wind had swept my hair up into a ’do from a fashion shoot for the tragically hip. I wanted a drink and a nap in the sun by the pool, but knew I would allow myself neither. Sean leaned down and kissed my cheek, then scolded me peevishly. “You stole my car.” “It matched my outfit.” I got out of the Mercedes and handed him the keys. He was in breeches and boots, and a tight black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off biceps the size of grapefruits. “Robert must be coming to teach you,” I said. “Why do you say that?” he asked, irritated. “The muscle shirt. Darling, you’re really so transparent.” “Well, meow, meow. Aren’t we catty today?” “A good beating will do that to me.” “I’m sure you deserved it. Invite me next time. I’d love to watch.” We walked together across the stable yard toward the guest house. Sean looked at me out of the corner of his eye and frowned.
