Chapter 3

“Perhaps next time?” Susan jerked my arm. “What was the meaning of that?” she demanded. “Are you going to see her again?”

“No.”

She scowled at me, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Really, Susan. I had no objection to you dancing with another man—a number of other men. Why do you object when I dance with another woman?”

“Dancing is one thing. Dear God, why are men so blind? I could see she wanted more than that from you. Why couldn’t you?”

“Perhaps because she wanted nothing of the kind from me.” I’d never come so close to losing my patience with her.

Susan stared at me, her mouth agape. “I…I…”

Fortunately, the band returned just then, and the M.C. hopped onto the bandstand and announced the countdown to the New Year. 2

New Year’s Day, 2002