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kind of woman who lit up for diamonds and pearls or was she the kind who was blown away by the little things?
    Charlie pulled out into traffic and Marcel reached for the intercom button. “What’s the address?”
    â€œCharlie knows where it is,” Louisa said before Diana had the opportunity to speak. “He’s been to the apartment several times.”
    â€œOh?” Marcel’s gaze sought Diana’s. “I never knew you two were such good buddies.”
    â€œThere’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she said softly and then returned her attention to the view outside her window.
    Her words socked him in the gut and the unexpectedblow startled him, probably because there was a ring of truth to them. Hadn’t their conversation this afternoon proved that fact?
    â€œThere’s champagne in here,” Lou marveled, finding the icebox.
    â€œDon Perignon Brut Rose Champagne; the best,” he boasted proudly. “Would you like some?”
    â€œI’d love—”
    â€œNo.” Diana’s stern look silenced any protest her grandmother contemplated.
    â€œSorry,” Marcel felt obligated to say. “I didn’t mean to…uh, get anyone in trouble.”
    Lou dropped back against the seat and crossed her arms. “No need to apologize. It’s not your fault my grandbaby is a fuddy-duddy.”
    Diana’s jaw slacked and then tightened. “I’m only trying to look after you since you don’t seem to be up for the job anymore.”
    Lou simply waved off the comment.
    There was nothing like being caught in the middle of a family feud, Marcel thought. And this one had the markings of bitterness.
    As he glanced between the two silent women, questions filled his head about exactly what was going on. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the right to ask or expect an answer.
    Silence encircled the small group and made the long ride feel more like the final walk down death row. As he turned to stare out his own window, he caught sight of a single tear escaping from Diana’s glossy eyes.
    â€œWhat’s wrong, Diana?”
    She shook her head and wiped her face dry. “Nothing.”
    Marcel blinked at the obvious lie. Why wouldn’t she tell him what was bothering her? Why wouldn’t she consider him a friend as well as her boss?
    He glanced out his window, glad that her reflection showed in the tinted glass where he was free to watch her without being obvious.
    Lou leaned forward and reached for her granddaughter’s hand.
    Diana seized the hand and gave it a reassuring pat. “Are you feeling better?”
    â€œA little. I’ll be fine once I crawl into bed.”
    Diana nodded and looked somewhat relieved. “Maybe we should have left a note on Tim’s car, telling him we’ve gone home or something. I don’t think we should have just left him there like that.”
    â€œOh, he’ll be fine. Trust me.”
    Diana gave her a long, dubious stare. “You seem awfully sure about that.”
    Louisa settled back into her chair. “He’s a grown man. He’s more than capable of taking care of himself.”
    Diana’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t say anything more.
    Marcel liked the way Diana’s eyes sparked with suspicion and even the rush of color to her cheeks whenever she was angry or embarrassed. Though he’d only seen those emotions a few times in their short history together, each one was memorable.
    He watched as she now returned her gaze to the passing scenery outside her window. He even experiencedan incredible urge to reach over and pull the elastic band from her hair and watch it tumble loose.
    In Marcel’s large dictionary of women, he decided that Diana Guy’s picture belonged next to the word cute . She didn’t overpower you by having too much of one thing. No gigantic silicone twins like Nora Gibson in A&R, nor did she have too much junk in her