"You sure as hell can," he said harshly.
They met at a quiet little bar which had often been their rendezvous. She watched him with frightened eyes while he ordered martinis.
"All right," he said at last. "What's the story?"
"I—" He could barely hear her. "There isn't any story. I suddenly realized I loved Matt. That's all."
"Snyder!" He made it a curse. "Remember what you told me about him before?"
"I felt different then," she whispered. "He's a wonderful man when you get to know him."
And rich. He suppressed the words and the thought. "What's so wonderful specifically?" he asked.
"He—" Briefly, her face was rapt. Fraser had seen her looking at him that way, now and then.
"Go on," he said grimly. "Enumerate Mr. Snyder's good qualities. Make a list. He's courteous, cultured, intelligent, young, handsome, amusing—To hell! Why, Judy?"
"I don't know," she said in a high, almost fearful tone. "I just love him, that's all." She reached over the table and stroked his cheek. "I like you a lot, Colin. Find yourself a nice girl and be happy."