“I bet you are married, and I bet your wife’s away. That’s right isn’t it?”
“Am I so damned obvious?” Ken asked, annoyed she could read him so easily.
She patted his arm.
“Let’s go home. I shouldn’t have said that. But you interest me, Buster. I’ve had such a nice evening with you. You’re such a refreshing change. I just wanted to make certain you belong to someone. If you don’t, I’ll try and capture you for myself.”
Ken reddened.
“I belong to someone all right,” he said.
Fay lifted her shoulders, smiling.
“All the nice ones do.” She slid her arm through his. “Let’s go.”
Sam Darcy was in the lobby as Ken collected his hat.
“Going early, honey?” he said softly to Fay.