She turned to him and smiled brightly. “Oh come on, Warren. I know damned well that you didn’t divorce your wife of 30 years because you were tire... of her cooking. You’ve got a sweet thing on the side that wanted you full time and you were too deeply in lust to walk away from her.” “You’re making some pretty big assumptions,” he replied. Stepping up close to him, she ran her hand along his silk necktie and looked up into his eyes. “I don’t think so. I’m a real estate agent and it’s my job to. . how did you... ?" How did I know?" I nodded, and she smirked. "As I said, you are not the first such I have met. I travelled for a time with a blood mage a decade ago. I recognise the signs. I was one of the companions he ... used," she faltered slightly on the last word, as though ashamed."Interesting information, but I have to ask: where are you going with this questioning?" I am here to offer myself to you, to use as you see fit, if you will agree to my terms."I smirked. "And what's to. I about wet my pants when she laid down the law on that awful girl." That awful girl wasn't much different from Regan," Rita cut in. "She told me last night that she and Andy had their first fight because she was treating Evan and Anne too formally." She probably got that from your side of the family," Robert replied with a laugh. The McKenzies were old money and they had been uptight when an upstart like Robert had started to court their daughter."Probably," Rita agreed with a sigh. "They've. “Fiona and I are going to the old house,” she said. “We’re going to look it over and make...arrangements...for its disposal.” She shot a look of positive hatred over the table at Bob’s mum, who sipped at her cocoa demurely and didn’t even bother to look up. “We’ll have to talk to a solicitor and real estate agents. We’ll be away the rest of the week.” “You two aren’t going along,” my aunt said, licking a smear of cocoa off her lip. “It’s just the two of us.” My eyes were burning with.