For starters, she was mad at Sterling. Why couldn't he have just sent James, the Matthew family lawyer, to tell her about the will? Why couldn't he have slipped it into her mailbox? There were a dozen other options he could have chosen that would have prevented Lucy from ending up with Sterling in her house in a bathrobe and Douglas walking through the door. She was mad at Douglas for assuming the worst, that she and Sterling were sleeping together. And she was mad at herself because, well, the worst was true. She had slept with Sterling. Not last weekend when Douglas thought she had, of course. But they had done the deed in San Francisco. Twice. She didn't want to lose Douglas as a friend, and especially not over Sterling. Friends lasted longer than lovers. Or husbands, even, Lucy thought. She'd been friends with Douglas now for more years than she had been married to Josh. But she didn't want to lose Sterling, either. Lucy punched her fist into the sofa cushion. She'd been angry with Sterling that morning, no question about it.
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