Chapter 17

“Hi. I was hoping you’d be free for supper.”

She smiled but didn’t move aside. “If you’d tried half an hour ago I might have said yes, but I just finished eating. Sorry.”

“I was afraid of that. I got hung up with a client. How about going out for a drink?”

“No can do. I’m expecting a friend.”

Rory leaned casually against the doorjamb. “I have competition?”

“Tony—” she shook her head, “—I hardly think you have to worry about competition, since you’ll be leaving in a couple of weeks.”

“True.” Rory smiled. “I hope our going out to supper last night didn’t cause you problems with him.” He almost said Floyd, stopping himself in time. I know his name, but there’s no reason I should, as far as she’d be concerned. Only his last name on his mailbox.

“There is no him. I’m divorced and happily so. I don’t intend on looking for a replacement in the foreseeable future. We had fun last night—or at least I did. I guess you must have too, since you’re back again tonight.”