“All right,” she said. “But don’t make it longer. I don’t feel like waiting.”
He heard the door opening and closing behind him, and told himself that he was alone now. It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But at the same time he wondered why he was thinking in terms of a burden instead of enjoyment.
As he sat there gazing moodily at the pavement, there was the purring sound of an automobile approaching at low speed. He looked up and saw an open-top sport car gliding toward the curb.
He winced, then stiffened, staring at the golden hair of Loretta Channing.
5
The sport car came to a stop directly in front of the Kerrigan house. Loretta climbed out and walked toward him. He winced again, trying to ignore a strange stir of excitement. Gradually he managed to get a sullen look in his eyes. And he could feel his resentment growing when he saw how relaxed she was. As she came up to him, he muttered, “You sure you got the right address?”
She nodded. She wasn’t smiling. “I’m accepting your invitation.”
“It’s a little late for dinner.”
“I didn’t come for dinner.”
He sat there on the doorstep and scowled at her.