Toffee nodded proudly. "I'm the girl that's right in there with the goods. Everything will be just dandy in no time."
"Oh, Lord!" Marc groaned. "Of all the things I've said in my life, you would have to pick on that!" He stopped, sighed heavily, looked at her long and wearily. "Well, you can just pack up your ring and your sex appeal and trot right back to where you came from. Of all the idiotic notions...!"
"Huh-uh," Toffee shook her head. "It's an idea that appeals to me. Besides, if enough of the right people get kicked in the right places ... well, what have we got to lose?"
"Also," Marc said coolly, "I don't believe I thanked you yet for wrecking my home. I take it that is a sample of your methods for establishing unity and good will?"
"Good will?" Toffee smiled. "I have other methods for that." She slid off the edge of the desk and moved purposefully toward him.
"You lay a hand on these drapes," Marc said nervously, "and I'll scream. I mean it! Julie is still here, you know."
Just then, as though to deliberately make a liar of him, the front door slammed downstairs.
"We are quite, quite alone," Toffee murmured significantly.
"Go away!" Marc said, trembling in his draperies. "Go back where you came from. Heaven knows things are bad enough already...."