She wondered why he was asking her questions about her sister, whom he hated. “Pretty much the same, I guess.” Except that she was steadily higher than a kite when she called Ivy, and she was running around with someone else’s rich husband, she added silently.
He shot a glance at her. “That isn’t what I hear.”
Her heart welled up in her throat. She’d forgotten that he moved in the same circles as other rich, successful men. Rachel’s garden slug of a boyfriend knew such people in New York. Stuart might even know Rachel’s latest lover. “What do you hear?” she asked.
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