“What’s wrong with you this morning?” she said finally. Kaye jumped, and looked up from the papers spread on her desk. “Are you talking to me?” “No, I’m asking the computer if it has indigestion. Of course I’m talking to you. You look as if you haven’t slept all weekend. Is something wrong between you and Graham?” Kaye shook her head. “Of course not. He’s out of town, though. He left last night.” “And even when he’s here, he’s absorbed in business. You know, my mother always told me it was just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor one, but sometimes I wonder if she was right.” Kaye’s temper flared. “My engagement has got nothing to do with Graham’s money, Emily,” she snapped. “Don’t bite my head off. All I said was, the schedule that man works is absolutely iniquitous. When are you ever going to see him?” “It will be different when we’re married.”
