disappointed a lot of people.
“How long have you been seeing him?”
“Dominic?”
“No, Bozo the Clown. Yes, Dominic.”
“Not long.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re lying.”
Sam sighed and then headed for her workstation.
“You’re not leaving?”
“No. I’ll be in and out over the next few months. Right now I’m going to look through my mail and get caught up on the filing.”
“In case you forgot, you’re married to Dominic DeMarco.”
“I realize that.”
Kate lifted herself from her chair and walked over to Sam. “And yet you’re still going to work here?”
“Didn’t I always tell you I would never give up my job for a man?”
“He’s not just any man,” Kate said, taking a seat on the edge of Sam’s desk.
“No, you’re right. He’s not just any man, is he?”
***
The cab driver yanked the wheel and stopped in a dark alley. Sam looked out the back window and smiled when she saw the paparazzi race by. “Great work,” she told the driver. He smiled as if he’d done it a million times before, and then started off again.
It was growing dark by the time Sam climbed out of the yellow taxicab on E. Palm Avenue. After thanking the driver and giving him an extra big tip, she headed for her apartment.
She glanced at her cell phone. No missed calls. She wondered if Maria had told Dominic where she would be. She found herself missing him, which was ridiculous considering their relationship was a complete sham.
As she approached her residence, she spotted a man sitting on her front stoop, leaning against the door. “Ken?”
He smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His hair was bleached from the sun, making him look as if he’d just been surfing. He was still as handsome as she remembered.
“What are you doing here?”
“Is that any way to greet your fiancé?”
“Ex-fiancé who left me for a girl within a week of meeting her. I would say I was being kind.”
“Well, when you put it that way.”
She dug through her purse for the keys to her front door. “So, what are you doing here?” she asked again as he came to his feet.
He didn’t look half bad, which irked her. His caramel-colored hair looked windblown and mussed. His mossy green button-up shirt showed off his well-muscled arms.
His eyes locked on hers. “Did you really marry that guy?”
Holding his gaze, she realized she didn’t feel anything. No tingles. No fluttering inside her belly. The notion she might truly be over him made her smile. “Yes,” she said. “I really did marry Dominic DeMarco.” She flashed her two-carat diamond wedding ring. “Does that surprise you?”
“It does.”
To think she used to appreciate his brutal honesty. She shrugged, relieved to finally locate her keys at the bottom of her purse. Sam opened the door. Ken walked in ahead of her without permission.
Stepping inside, she dropped her purse on the coffee table. “This is the last time I’m going to ask you this, Ken, and then I want you to leave. What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She spread her arms wide. “Couldn’t be better.”
“You look tired.”
As she looked closer at him, her eyes narrowed. “What’s with the stubbled jaw? I thought you hated facial hair?”
“Pamela liked it, so I figured I’d keep it.”
“How is Pamela?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in weeks.”
“What happened?”
“Let’s just say she gave me a taste of my own medicine.”
Sam could hardly believe what she was hearing. “Pamela dumped you?”
“I guess you could call it that if you really wanted to.”
Sam laughed. She couldn’t help it. Then she shut the door. “Have a seat and tell me all about it.”
Chapter Fourteen
“You wanted to see me?” Kate Garrison asked.
Mitzy motioned for Kate to shut the door and take a seat. “You and Samantha are close friends, isn’t that
“How long have you been seeing him?”
“Dominic?”
“No, Bozo the Clown. Yes, Dominic.”
“Not long.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re lying.”
Sam sighed and then headed for her workstation.
“You’re not leaving?”
“No. I’ll be in and out over the next few months. Right now I’m going to look through my mail and get caught up on the filing.”
“In case you forgot, you’re married to Dominic DeMarco.”
“I realize that.”
Kate lifted herself from her chair and walked over to Sam. “And yet you’re still going to work here?”
“Didn’t I always tell you I would never give up my job for a man?”
“He’s not just any man,” Kate said, taking a seat on the edge of Sam’s desk.
“No, you’re right. He’s not just any man, is he?”
***
The cab driver yanked the wheel and stopped in a dark alley. Sam looked out the back window and smiled when she saw the paparazzi race by. “Great work,” she told the driver. He smiled as if he’d done it a million times before, and then started off again.
It was growing dark by the time Sam climbed out of the yellow taxicab on E. Palm Avenue. After thanking the driver and giving him an extra big tip, she headed for her apartment.
She glanced at her cell phone. No missed calls. She wondered if Maria had told Dominic where she would be. She found herself missing him, which was ridiculous considering their relationship was a complete sham.
As she approached her residence, she spotted a man sitting on her front stoop, leaning against the door. “Ken?”
He smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His hair was bleached from the sun, making him look as if he’d just been surfing. He was still as handsome as she remembered.
“What are you doing here?”
“Is that any way to greet your fiancé?”
“Ex-fiancé who left me for a girl within a week of meeting her. I would say I was being kind.”
“Well, when you put it that way.”
She dug through her purse for the keys to her front door. “So, what are you doing here?” she asked again as he came to his feet.
He didn’t look half bad, which irked her. His caramel-colored hair looked windblown and mussed. His mossy green button-up shirt showed off his well-muscled arms.
His eyes locked on hers. “Did you really marry that guy?”
Holding his gaze, she realized she didn’t feel anything. No tingles. No fluttering inside her belly. The notion she might truly be over him made her smile. “Yes,” she said. “I really did marry Dominic DeMarco.” She flashed her two-carat diamond wedding ring. “Does that surprise you?”
“It does.”
To think she used to appreciate his brutal honesty. She shrugged, relieved to finally locate her keys at the bottom of her purse. Sam opened the door. Ken walked in ahead of her without permission.
Stepping inside, she dropped her purse on the coffee table. “This is the last time I’m going to ask you this, Ken, and then I want you to leave. What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She spread her arms wide. “Couldn’t be better.”
“You look tired.”
As she looked closer at him, her eyes narrowed. “What’s with the stubbled jaw? I thought you hated facial hair?”
“Pamela liked it, so I figured I’d keep it.”
“How is Pamela?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in weeks.”
“What happened?”
“Let’s just say she gave me a taste of my own medicine.”
Sam could hardly believe what she was hearing. “Pamela dumped you?”
“I guess you could call it that if you really wanted to.”
Sam laughed. She couldn’t help it. Then she shut the door. “Have a seat and tell me all about it.”
Chapter Fourteen
“You wanted to see me?” Kate Garrison asked.
Mitzy motioned for Kate to shut the door and take a seat. “You and Samantha are close friends, isn’t that
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