If only she could disappear into Manny’s life, instead of her own. Waking to the purring of the orange cat, the scents of the safe warm kitchen, falling asleep against his shoulder each night—but that wasn’t an option. He’d told her to be realistic. “Damn.” She took a deep breath. “The best I can hope is for Freemont to take me seriously. I told him to resign from the university and go away.” “That’s all you want?” He looked at her for a moment, then turned around to face the water. “Do you think that might happen?” “No. It won’t be that easy. He was only scared for a moment last night. Then he figured out the truth about me. He has a much bigger weapon than he thought.” “Did he say anything at all about what happened in the Market? About cutting your hair?” “No,” she said slowly. “Not even a hint.” “So we’re not absolutely sure that he had anything to do with it.”
