Sitting at table she glanced at the dance floor and discreetly perused the men. Perhaps, all wouldn’t be lost tonight. ‘Miss Lark, how lovely of y...u to grace us with your presence.’ Edward had returned to his seat, giving her the once over as his eyes lingered unabashedly on her cleavage. Arabella didn’t proffer her hand. ‘Mr. Heath.’ She nodded in acknowledgement. A shadow crossed his face and she sensed his annoyance. They’d had sex a few seasons ago—it was unimpressive and Arabella had told. ” She leaned forward and kissed me gently over the console. “How will you find me, Chuck? I don’t have a phone or anything.”“You’re my library fairy. I’ll start there.”“OK. Sounds good. Thank you again.” She kissed me again, then before I could get out to walk her over to the door, she was gone, through the door and on the elevator.I sat down, relaxed, and sat there for a bit. The knock on my window startled me. I looked over at the Nubian Goddess, one Monica Maples, staring at me through my. Couldn't remember doing it. Or dropping my mom's diary. I looked down at it for a long moment, feeling like I'd just broken a family heirloom, and picked it up carefully as I slowly took my seat again."Rory?"I met Luke's eyes. He looked like he felt guilty about something, but it took me another whole minute to notice before I cleared my throat and gave a small shrug."It's okay," I insisted. "Play it."Luke studied me for a moment before a small smile curled his lips and he reached for the CD. I watched as Janet calmed her, and talked her down to street level, making sure she was aware of how brave and resilient we thought she was ... How proud we were of her.We were home, a few days later, when we got the callback. It was John Morgan. Nancy Tolbert’s significant other. He spoke to Georgina for a few minutes, then with a smile, she handed her phone to me.“Mr. Taylor...” I interrupted him. I had a feeling our relationship was not going to be so adversarial. I’m not sure what gave me.