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him. "Not in the least
to me. But apparently it's unclear to you, and very
probably would be to her. Please realize she's already confused by
how I behaved for two days behavior I can't even remember !"
Troy's amusement sobered. "Another mystery,"
he murmured. "I didn't suggest for you to forget."
The men's eyes locked again. A feeling like
panic crept up Dean's throat. It was a mystery, indeed. How could
he walk out of a donut shop and suddenly realize he didn't know
what city he was in, how he'd gotten there, or how long it had been
since he'd patted Robby on the head and wished him better luck next
time? How could that happen?
"Well, I did forget," Dean said now, his
voice carefully controlled. "Probably because I didn't want to remember. It was all too embarrassing."
Troy raised his brows. "Or too much fun."
Dean's throat felt even tighter. "Sure." He
closed his eyes. "Fun."
###
Well .
Troy walked out of Dean's study and into the
quiet hall feeling as if he were stepping out of an alternate
universe. Dean had stood behind his big desk playing the part of
the defendant for the first time ever. And in arguing
for the defense to Troy, of all people
he'd blatantly bent his hitherto iron-clad integrity.
Troy rubbed a hand over his eyes. What was
the world coming to? Dean was lying, and Troy, well he
felt as beat as if he'd spent all night at one of his friends'
unbridled parties. In actuality, he'd spent the night looking for
that little brat, Robby terrified he'd actually lost
him this time. He'd been acting almost responsible .
Egads.
Troy yawned and made for the wide, carpeted
stairway at the end of the hall. Well, he'd had more than enough of
being responsible. Right now his bed was calling. Loudly. Thank
goodness it turned out he didn't need to feel responsible for that
Kelly woman, too. No, she looked like she could hold her own. Troy
felt a grin spread over his tired face as he trudged up the stairs.
Yeah, she looked like she could take Dean. Troy would be willing to
bet she'd have his cousin all wrapped up in a nice little divorce
settlement before you could say 'boo.'
Which meant that Dean was, indeed, turning
out to be a prime example of Singleton male.
Troy was still smiling sappily as he swung
open the door to his bedroom, a bedroom he'd slid into fifteen
years ago when no one had been paying much attention and in which
he'd squatted ever since. The curtains, rugs and furnishings had
been chosen by some long-ago housekeeper in varying shades of
brown, purple, and gold. Troy had no actual ownership of the
bedroom, which was fine by him. Owning things required work. Troy
never worked if he could help it.
He yawned again, and as he pulled his
Cashmere sweater over his head he thought about the tennis match he
was missing by crawling back into bed. Thinking about tennis led to
thinking about the Club, and thinking about the Club led to
thinking about Felicia, not that Troy spent much time thinking
about the five foot seven, svelte, blond and blue-blooded,
twenty-eight-year-old Felicia Thurgood. No, not much time at
all.
Troy dropped to a seat on the thick
counterpane of the bed and toed off his shoes. Felicia, Felicia,
Felicia...so much female glory encasing so much female warrior. The
formidable woman had had Dean in her matrimonial sights for years.
So when Dean had called Troy that second time to say that he was
bringing his wife home with him, after all, Troy had immediately
wondered how Felicia would take the news.
But now that Troy had seen Kelly, he wondered
if Felicia was even going to find out about the marriage.
The whole thing might be over and done with before the rumor mill
got a chance to sink its teeth into it.
Instead of standing up again to take off his
pants, Troy simply fell back onto the bed. With his arms resting
above his head on the bed, he gazed at the coved ceiling. It would
certainly be more merciful if Felicia never discovered
Dean's utter
to me. But apparently it's unclear to you, and very
probably would be to her. Please realize she's already confused by
how I behaved for two days behavior I can't even remember !"
Troy's amusement sobered. "Another mystery,"
he murmured. "I didn't suggest for you to forget."
The men's eyes locked again. A feeling like
panic crept up Dean's throat. It was a mystery, indeed. How could
he walk out of a donut shop and suddenly realize he didn't know
what city he was in, how he'd gotten there, or how long it had been
since he'd patted Robby on the head and wished him better luck next
time? How could that happen?
"Well, I did forget," Dean said now, his
voice carefully controlled. "Probably because I didn't want to remember. It was all too embarrassing."
Troy raised his brows. "Or too much fun."
Dean's throat felt even tighter. "Sure." He
closed his eyes. "Fun."
###
Well .
Troy walked out of Dean's study and into the
quiet hall feeling as if he were stepping out of an alternate
universe. Dean had stood behind his big desk playing the part of
the defendant for the first time ever. And in arguing
for the defense to Troy, of all people
he'd blatantly bent his hitherto iron-clad integrity.
Troy rubbed a hand over his eyes. What was
the world coming to? Dean was lying, and Troy, well he
felt as beat as if he'd spent all night at one of his friends'
unbridled parties. In actuality, he'd spent the night looking for
that little brat, Robby terrified he'd actually lost
him this time. He'd been acting almost responsible .
Egads.
Troy yawned and made for the wide, carpeted
stairway at the end of the hall. Well, he'd had more than enough of
being responsible. Right now his bed was calling. Loudly. Thank
goodness it turned out he didn't need to feel responsible for that
Kelly woman, too. No, she looked like she could hold her own. Troy
felt a grin spread over his tired face as he trudged up the stairs.
Yeah, she looked like she could take Dean. Troy would be willing to
bet she'd have his cousin all wrapped up in a nice little divorce
settlement before you could say 'boo.'
Which meant that Dean was, indeed, turning
out to be a prime example of Singleton male.
Troy was still smiling sappily as he swung
open the door to his bedroom, a bedroom he'd slid into fifteen
years ago when no one had been paying much attention and in which
he'd squatted ever since. The curtains, rugs and furnishings had
been chosen by some long-ago housekeeper in varying shades of
brown, purple, and gold. Troy had no actual ownership of the
bedroom, which was fine by him. Owning things required work. Troy
never worked if he could help it.
He yawned again, and as he pulled his
Cashmere sweater over his head he thought about the tennis match he
was missing by crawling back into bed. Thinking about tennis led to
thinking about the Club, and thinking about the Club led to
thinking about Felicia, not that Troy spent much time thinking
about the five foot seven, svelte, blond and blue-blooded,
twenty-eight-year-old Felicia Thurgood. No, not much time at
all.
Troy dropped to a seat on the thick
counterpane of the bed and toed off his shoes. Felicia, Felicia,
Felicia...so much female glory encasing so much female warrior. The
formidable woman had had Dean in her matrimonial sights for years.
So when Dean had called Troy that second time to say that he was
bringing his wife home with him, after all, Troy had immediately
wondered how Felicia would take the news.
But now that Troy had seen Kelly, he wondered
if Felicia was even going to find out about the marriage.
The whole thing might be over and done with before the rumor mill
got a chance to sink its teeth into it.
Instead of standing up again to take off his
pants, Troy simply fell back onto the bed. With his arms resting
above his head on the bed, he gazed at the coved ceiling. It would
certainly be more merciful if Felicia never discovered
Dean's utter
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