“Met Aussie,” she said.
“With ideas in your head that you’d like to make your husband realize cheating was a game two could play at?”
She shook her head, started to say something, then caught herself, and was silent. “Don’t kid me,” Mason told her, “because you don’t need to.”
“How about your friend?” she asked, with a jerk of her head toward Drake.
“Like a dime bank,” Mason told her. “Things go in easy, but you have to break him to get them out.”
She studied the tips of her fingernails for a moment, then said, “All right, you win.”
“What,” Mason asked, after a moment, “have I won?”
She said, “Aussie was on a boat I took. I fell for him.”
“Hard?” Mason asked.
“So-so,” she admitted.