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in the doorway.
Monica finally shut up, and the din of conversation returned to normal just as Guy caught sight of me and waved. He leaned down and whispered something in Daphne’s ear, motioning with his head in Tanya’s and my direction.
Daphne smiled while her eyes strayed across the room, searching the sea of faces. Just as her eyes seemed to settle on me, the smile fled her face, only to be replaced by a petulant scowl, like that of someone remembering some unpleasantness. Beside me, I heard Tanya Dunseth’s sharp intake of breath.
Concerned, I glanced toward her in time to see her mouth drop open. A tremor like an electrical charge seemed to shoot through her body. She stared toward the couple in the doorway in what seemed like stricken amazement, while the cider from her glass spilled, unnoticed, into her lap.
And that was it. Nothing more. The incident happened so quickly that I didn’t even question it until much later. Daphne and Guy started what turned out to be a slow progress across the room, nodding, chatting, and schmoozing as they came. Meanwhile, Tanya grabbed up her sweater, abandoned her empty glass, and melted into the crowd. At first I thought she was going for a refill, but she never returned to the window seat. I didn’t see her again for the remainder of the night.
Eventually, Guy and Daphne fought their way through the crush of people. He approached with a broad grin on his face and with Daphne safely in tow. “I didn’t mean to chase away your pretty friend,” he apologized. “I wanted you to meet my wife. Daphne, this is the man I was telling you about, J.P. Beaumont.”
Daphne’s scowl had disappeared. She looked me up and down in a frankly assessing manner that exuded sex appeal. She tossed her blond mane, then extended a perfectly manicured and much bejeweled hand. “Why, Mr. Beaumont, I’m so pleased to meet you. I understand you’re the one who donated that perfectly wonderful Bentley so Guy here could buy it for me.”
The last thing I wanted to talk about right then was the stupid Bentley, but before I had an opportunity to hem and haw very much, Alex showed up at my elbow.
“Why, Guy, Daphne!” Alex said easily, casually insinuating herself between Daphne Lewis and me. “What a pleasant surprise to see you. I didn’t know you’d be down here this weekend.”
Daphne smiled. “We didn’t either, did we, Guy? Monica invited us. So nice of her, don’t you think? We were just talking about the Bentley Guy picked up at the Rep auction. You know all about that, of course. I certainly hope folks at Belltown Terrace aren’t grieving too much over losing it.”
“They’re pretty well recovered.” I smiled back.
I could have counted on one hand the number of condo residents who actually missed that damn Bentley. Almost everyone in the building had been stranded somewhere or other due to the machine’s infernal “intermittent ignition problem,” which none of our so-called handpicked mechanics had been able to fix.
“So you’re able to get along without it?”
“We’re managing,” I said. “I understand from your husband that it’s running perfectly.”
Daphne Lewis nodded, then frowned. “I didn’t know you and Guy actually knew each other. He never mentioned you to me.”
“Come now, Daphne,” Alex teased. “All men need a few little secrets now and then. Otherwise they start feeling insecure.”
Someone else showed up, shook Guy’s hand, and effectively moved him out of the conversation. I felt as though I owed the women some kind of explanation about how Guy and I knew each other, but I didn’t want to bring up the meeting. Anonymous twelve-step programs don’t work that way.
“We ran into one another in the courtyard during the Green Show,” I stammered, trying to sound casual. “We both thought it was strange, running into someone we knew this far from home.”
“It’s not unusual at all,” Alex said. “You’d be surprised at the
Monica finally shut up, and the din of conversation returned to normal just as Guy caught sight of me and waved. He leaned down and whispered something in Daphne’s ear, motioning with his head in Tanya’s and my direction.
Daphne smiled while her eyes strayed across the room, searching the sea of faces. Just as her eyes seemed to settle on me, the smile fled her face, only to be replaced by a petulant scowl, like that of someone remembering some unpleasantness. Beside me, I heard Tanya Dunseth’s sharp intake of breath.
Concerned, I glanced toward her in time to see her mouth drop open. A tremor like an electrical charge seemed to shoot through her body. She stared toward the couple in the doorway in what seemed like stricken amazement, while the cider from her glass spilled, unnoticed, into her lap.
And that was it. Nothing more. The incident happened so quickly that I didn’t even question it until much later. Daphne and Guy started what turned out to be a slow progress across the room, nodding, chatting, and schmoozing as they came. Meanwhile, Tanya grabbed up her sweater, abandoned her empty glass, and melted into the crowd. At first I thought she was going for a refill, but she never returned to the window seat. I didn’t see her again for the remainder of the night.
Eventually, Guy and Daphne fought their way through the crush of people. He approached with a broad grin on his face and with Daphne safely in tow. “I didn’t mean to chase away your pretty friend,” he apologized. “I wanted you to meet my wife. Daphne, this is the man I was telling you about, J.P. Beaumont.”
Daphne’s scowl had disappeared. She looked me up and down in a frankly assessing manner that exuded sex appeal. She tossed her blond mane, then extended a perfectly manicured and much bejeweled hand. “Why, Mr. Beaumont, I’m so pleased to meet you. I understand you’re the one who donated that perfectly wonderful Bentley so Guy here could buy it for me.”
The last thing I wanted to talk about right then was the stupid Bentley, but before I had an opportunity to hem and haw very much, Alex showed up at my elbow.
“Why, Guy, Daphne!” Alex said easily, casually insinuating herself between Daphne Lewis and me. “What a pleasant surprise to see you. I didn’t know you’d be down here this weekend.”
Daphne smiled. “We didn’t either, did we, Guy? Monica invited us. So nice of her, don’t you think? We were just talking about the Bentley Guy picked up at the Rep auction. You know all about that, of course. I certainly hope folks at Belltown Terrace aren’t grieving too much over losing it.”
“They’re pretty well recovered.” I smiled back.
I could have counted on one hand the number of condo residents who actually missed that damn Bentley. Almost everyone in the building had been stranded somewhere or other due to the machine’s infernal “intermittent ignition problem,” which none of our so-called handpicked mechanics had been able to fix.
“So you’re able to get along without it?”
“We’re managing,” I said. “I understand from your husband that it’s running perfectly.”
Daphne Lewis nodded, then frowned. “I didn’t know you and Guy actually knew each other. He never mentioned you to me.”
“Come now, Daphne,” Alex teased. “All men need a few little secrets now and then. Otherwise they start feeling insecure.”
Someone else showed up, shook Guy’s hand, and effectively moved him out of the conversation. I felt as though I owed the women some kind of explanation about how Guy and I knew each other, but I didn’t want to bring up the meeting. Anonymous twelve-step programs don’t work that way.
“We ran into one another in the courtyard during the Green Show,” I stammered, trying to sound casual. “We both thought it was strange, running into someone we knew this far from home.”
“It’s not unusual at all,” Alex said. “You’d be surprised at the
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