" Her voice got a little softer. "I worry I'm like her. I've spent this week euphoric. I'm worried that when that wears off, I'll hurt Chuck." You're ...ot going to, not intentionally, and you're not anything like your mother. I've figured that out," I told her."How can you say that?" she asked."Amanda. Jared. Ed, Mike, Cassie. Vinnie and Joe, those most especially. When it comes to people you love, there is nobody more loyal than you are. You don't hurt people you love, you just don't. I've. 'I keep telling you,' she said, 'call me Helen. They aren't terrorists inthat car; they're simply private detectives hired by my husband to recordmy infidelity.''Oh,' I said, unprepared for such honesty; and then: 'Do you want me tolose them?'Her eyes twinkled. 'Not today,' she said.I'd seen the same car several times, over the rest of the week; each timeI'd pointed it out to Helen, who had been unperturbed. This morning, asI'd driven up to the Noble's beach villa, I noticed a white. "Are you okay, Mr. Randahl?" Um, I think so." I shook my head. Mistake. Big mistake. When the dizziness stopped, I found two of the bystanders from Randahl's Last Stand were helping me down to the nurse's office.Beth was waiting for me when I came out. "What were you doing! Jay could have really hurt you! And who asked you to fight my battles, anyway! God, you could have been killed!" Beth wailed as she clutched me tight. Like I said, I'll never understand female logic."Beth, not so tight! I'm. My paralysis remained as she turned and reached into her knapsack. She pulled out a yellow tank top and a pair of khaki shorts with cargo pockets on them. She shrugged into the tank top first, pulling it down and smoothing it over her breasts. It was thin enough I could see the darkness of her nipples through it. Then she stood up and stepped into the shorts - no panties - pulling them up in a smooth motion that included a fantastic wriggle of her hips. She buttoned them, then pulled up the.