Chapter 49
Once at home, Liberty changed into a white tank top and her old gray sweat pants, and then slipped into her fluffy pink slippers.With a bottle of pinot rosé opened and breathing in the kitchen, she settled on her couch to watch the nine o'clock news.When the doorbell rang, she supposed her visitor to be Preston, wanting to know why she hadn't called him back.According to Corey, the P.I. had left several messages, but Liberty had been too busy to return his calls.Same held true for Keats.Despite her eagerness to talk to the sergeant, she forced herself to concentrate on work, and thus had her cell phone calls routed to the office telephone.
Keats...last night had been so magical, as if they had both been under a romantic spell.But last night had been last night, end of story.To continue along those same lines might just court disaster, or at the very least inspire less-than-enthusiastic feelings after the fantasy dwindled and died.