Although Naomi was always hovering in the background, she’d become engrossed in the Dakota’s history and was reading everything Cynthia had in her library. Plus, the lady next door, an architectural historian, had lent Naomi dozens of books on restoration supplies. Naomi was in Bob Vila heaven. P.T. was as devoted a husband as Cynthia could have wished for, although she still didn’t know if the marriage was legal. P.T. said they’d get married again if it wasn’t legit, and she’d agreed, without hesitation. P.T. had to go out on some of the road show presentations with Alvarez to the underwriting firms, but mostly he stayed with her and worked from the apartment. She was able to get caught up on her client calls when he was gone and had made arrangements with her boss to enter orders through another trader, who would share commissions. Life was good, and Cynthia was hopeful. The only problem was her husband’s increasing nervousness. Something was drastically wrong, and he wouldn’t discuss it with her.
