“I had forgotten about your job,” he said. “What about it?”
She nestled her head against the pillows, “I don’t know. The phone has rung several times since I’ve been here, but I didn’t answer it at first. I must be psychic — when you called was the only time I answered.”
“You took a hell of a long time.”
She laughed. “I was afraid it was the office manager and I wouldn’t know what to tell him. How does one explain spending the night in a honky-tonk with a man — and doped at that?” Her lashes were curled up from her closed eyelids and her cheeks flamed.
“Don’t worry too much about that. There needn’t be any publicity.”
“But — we gave our right names to the clerk. And that picture—”
“The raid won’t be reported in the normal course of newspaper routine. The picture is nothing but blackmail. Denton won’t use it unless I force his hand.”
She propped her cheek on one elbow and reached for her cup. “You were going to tell me. Remember?”
“You’ve let your coffee royal get cold,” he said solemnly, as though she had failed in a sacred ritual.
She sipped the lukewarm drink. “I like it better this way. I always put cold water in my coffee.”