The doorbell rang while she was putting a gloss of lipstick on her mouth, and she knew Ada would get it. Then she remembered that Egan was here, and rushed to finish her makeup and get back into the living room.
Jack was standing in the hall, talking to Ada while Egan glared at him.
He cleared his throat when Kati joined him, looking painfully relieved to see her.
“Hi, lady,” he said with a forced smile. He was blond and blue-eyed and not nearly as tall or muscular as Egan. Sadly enough, in comparison he looked rather pale and dull.
But Kati grinned at him and Ada as if nothing were wrong. “Had to find my purse, but I’m ready when you are. Night, Ada. Egan,” she added, glancing his way.
Egan didn’t answer her. He was still glaring at Jack with those dangerous narrowed eyes glittering like new silver while he smoked a cigarette. Ada made a frantic gesture, but he ignored her too.
“Night, Ada,” Jack said uncomfortably and led Kati out the door.
“Whew!” Jack exclaimed when they reached the elevator. “I felt like an insect on a mounting board for a second there! Is he always like that? So…uncommunicative?”
“Egan?” Kati’s eyes flared up. “He’s usually much too communicative, if you want to know. We’re stuck with him for Christmas. Ada invited him because their mother died earlier this year. She felt sorry for him, being all alone.”
“I should think so,” Jack said gently. “Well, maybe he talks to her.” He frowned. “You don’t like him, do you?”
“Not one bit. Not one ounce. Not a fraction.” She glared at the elevator.
Jack laughed. “Poor guy!”
“Not Egan. Feel sorry for me. I’m stuck in the same apartment with him for the next week,” she moaned.
“You could always move in with me,” he offered.
She laughed, knowing the offer was a joke, just as it always had been. They didn’t have that kind of relationship. “Sure I could. I can just see your mother’s face.”
“Mother likes you.” He chuckled. “She’d probably be thrilled.”
“Only because she could pump me for my latest plots.” She grinned. “You know she’s one of my biggest fans. Sweet lady.”
“She’s sweet, all right. Well, where do you want to go? The Rainbow Grill?”
“Let’s save it for a special time. How about the Crawdaddy Room at the Roosevelt?”
He chuckled. “You just like to go there because of their pudding,” he accused.
“Well, it is terribly good,” she reminded him.
“I know, I know. Actually, I like it myself.”
She followed him into the elevator and put the confrontation with Egan right out of her mind.
A prime rib, a salad, several hard rolls and a dish of delicious whiskey pudding later, Kati sat drinking her coffee and looking around at the elegant surroundings. She saw a nice little old German waiter she knew from other visits there and smiled at him.
“Friend of yours?” Jack asked her.
“Everybody’s my friend.” She laughed. “I used to think New York was a cold place until I moved here. New Yorkers just take a little getting to know. And then they’re family. I love New York,” she sang softly, and laughed again.
“So do I. Of course, I was born here,” he added. He looked out the window at the traffic. “I’ve got tickets for a modern ballet, if you’d like to use them.”
“Could we?”
“Sure. Come on.”
He led her down a side street where a group of people were just entering what looked like an old warehouse. But inside, it was a theater, complete with live orchestra and lighted stage and some of the most beautiful modern ballet she’d ever watched. The people onstage looked like living art: the women delicate and pink in their tulle and satin, the men vigorous and athletic and vibrant. Kati had been going to the ballet for years, but this was something special.
Afterward, they went to a lounge and drank piña coladas and danced to the hazy music of a combo until the wee hours.
“That was fun,” she told Jack when he brought her home. “We’ll have to do it again.”
“Indeed we will. I’m sorry I didn’t think of the ballet weeks ago. I get free tickets.”
“Let’s do it again even if we have to pay for them,” she said, laughing.
“Suits me. I’ll call you in a few days. Looks like I may have to fly down to Washington on that latest scandal.”
“Call me when you get back, okay?”
“Okay. Night, doll.” He winked and was gone. He never tried to kiss her or make advances. With them, it was friendship instead of involvement, and she enjoyed his company very much. Jack had been married and his wife had died. He wanted involvement even less than she did and was glad to be going out with someone who wouldn’t try to tie him up in wedding paper.
Dreamily, she unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside. She closed the door and leaned back against it, humming a few bars of the classical piece that had accompanied one of the pieces at the ballet.
“Do you usually stay out this late?” Egan asked from the living room. He was standing by the window with a glass of amber liquid that looked like whiskey in his hand.
She stared at him. “I’m twenty-five,” she reminded him. “I stay out as late as I like.”
He moved toward her slowly, gracefully, his eyes holding hers. “Do you sleep with him?” he asked.
She caught her breath. “Egan, what I do with anyone is my business.”
He threw back the rest of his drink and set the glass on a small table in the hall, moving toward her until she felt like backing away.
“How is he?” he asked lazily. Then he caught her by the shoulders and held her in front of him, looking down quietly, holding her eyes.
Her lips parted as she met that intimidating stare. “Egan…”
His nostrils flared. The lean fingers that were holding her tightened. “Is he white all over?” he continued in a faintly mocking tone. “City boy.”
“Well, there aren’t many cattle to herd up here,” she said tautly.
“No, but there are too damn many people. You can’t walk two steps without running into someone,” he complained. “I couldn’t survive here. Answer me. Do you sleep with him?”
“That’s non—” she began.
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