"I don't know a damned thing about kids." "You've got two of them. You must know something." "Their mother has raised them. All I do is write the checks." "And that's the way you like to keep it, isn't it? Just writing the checks." The words had slipped out of their own volition, and she wanted to bite off her tongue. Dash turned back to her, his eyes narrowed. "Why don't you just come out and say whatever it is you've got on your mind." She took a deep breath. "All right. I think Honey's identity has gotten all tangled up with Janie's. Maybe the writers are to blame, I don't know, but for whatever reason, the more you distance yourself from her, the more she resents it and the worse she behaves. I think you're the only person who can help her." "I don't have the slightest intention of helping her. It's not my problem." His coldness unearthed a fragment of old pain that Liz hadn't even known still existed. She was suddenly twenty-two again and in love with a stunt rider from Oklahoma who she had just learned was a married man.
