It was absurd, really, that he still had such an impact on her. No sign of their late night lingered under his eyes, unlike her. A little powder and rouge had definitely been called for, and if she had time, she’d have to indulge in a little nap later. There were benefits to having a younger lover but she did envy his energy. “You never told me how last night went.” No, instead he’d slipped into her bed and made love to her like a man drowning. Like a man needing to be rescued. She couldn’t help wonder...had he gambled last night? Lord, she never should have agreed to let him help. “No news I’m afraid. I have my doubts he’s going to turn up at one of the clubs and no one has heard a peep from him in weeks. I’m going to speak to Dante today. I believe he’s in town. He has his ear to the ground when it comes to these things.” “Oh yes, I was planning to attend his wife’s exhibition.
