totally thrilled when I married Dwight, and she worries

that I’m going to mess up if I’m not careful.

“Of course not,” I said.

“Because he may be crazy about you, but Cal’s his

son.”

“Like I need a lecture on this? After four years of

family court? After watching Kidd Chapin’s daughter

make him choose between her and me? Hell, Por! I may

be dumb, but I’m not stupid. Cal and I got along just

fine before Jonna died. I’m pretty sure he liked me back

then and he’ll probably like me again once he settles

in. It’s a rough time for him, a lot of adjustments, but

I don’t think he wants to split Dwight and me up. He’s

not a conniver like Amber. Besides, boys don’t usually

think like that. My brothers and their sons have always

been pretty easy to read, even when they were getting

ready to bend the rules or break the law. Unlike my

nieces. Girls are out there plotting three moves ahead.

Remember?”

“Oh, sugar!” she said with a grin, and I knew she

was recalling some of the stuff we used to get into, the

way we could manipulate teachers and boyfriends from

kindergarten on.

She pulled out a pack of Life Savers, the latest weapon

in her diet arsenal and offered me one. The clean smell

of peppermint filled the car.

“Have you talked to your friend Flame since Buck

Harris’s body was identified?” I asked.

“Yeah, she stopped by for coffee this afternoon on her

way back to Wilmington. She said there was no reason

for her to stay, that his ex-wife and daughter certainly

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wouldn’t save her a seat at any memorial service and she

didn’t want to add to his daughter’s grief.”

“She okay herself?”

“Not right now, but she will be. I’m not going to

say she didn’t really love him, but I’m sure his bank ac-

count helped, so I doubt if her heart’s completely bro-

ken. Besides, Flame’s always known when to cut her

losses.”

“Not a total loss, though, is it?” I said as I dimmed

my lights for an oncoming car.

“Reid told her she was in the will. She didn’t say for

how much though.”

“Dwight kicked me out of his office before I could

get Reid to tell me, but remember when he took your

umbrella this morning?”

“And did not leave it at the office, the bastard.”

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