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two-step in an eternal circle around the dance floor.

"He seems to have a finger in just about every pie in

town," Alex remarked.

"Hmm, he likes to know everything that's going on."

"And be a part of it."

"Yes. He makes things happen and spreads himself thin."

She gave a delicate sigh. "Angus has this need to be well

liked, you see. He's always politicking, as though it matters

what other people think."



Alex folded her hands beneath her chin and propped her

elbows on the table. "You don't believe it matters?"

"No." Her entrancement with the dancers ended. For the

first time that evening, she looked directly at Alex. "Don't

read too much into the way Junior treats you."

"Oh?"

"He flirts with every woman he meets."

Alex slowly lowered her hands to her lap. Anger roiled

inside, but she managed to keep her voice low and level. "I

resent your implication, Mrs. Minton."

Sarah Jo lifted one shoulder indifferently. "Both of my

men are charming and they know it. Most women don't

realize that their flirting is meaningless."

"I'm sure that's true of Angus, but I don't know about

Junior. Three ex-wives might disagree with you about his

flirting."

"They were all wrong for him."

"What about my mother? Would she have been wrong for

him?"

Sarah Jo fixed her empty stare on Alex again. "Absolutely

wrong. You're a lot like her, you know."

"Am I?"

"You enjoy causing dissonance. Your mother was never

content to leave bothersome things alone. The only difference

is that you're even better at making trouble and creating ill

will than she was. You're direct to the point of being tactless,

a trait I've always attributed to bad breeding." She lifted her

eyes to someone who had moved up behind Alex.

"Good evening, Sarah Jo."

"Judge Wallace." A sweet smile broke across Sarah Jo's

face. One would never guess she had had her stinger out

seconds earlier. "Hello, Stacey."

Alex, her face hot with indignation over Sarah Jo's unwarranted

criticism, turned around. Judge Joe Wallace was

staring down at her with disapproval, as though her being

there was a breach of the club's standards.

"Miss Gaither."



"Hello, Judge Wallace." The woman standing beside him

looked at Alex with a censure that matched his, though for

what reason, Alex couldn't guess. Obviously, Junior was the

only friendly face she was going to find in this crowd.

The judge gave the woman's arm a nudge and they moved

toward another table. "Is that his wife?" Alex asked, following

their progress.

"Good heavens, no," Sarah Jo said. "His daughter. Poor

Stacey. Eternally dowdy."

Stacey Wallace was still staring at Alex with such malice

that she was captivated by it. She didn't break her stare until

Junior's knee bumped hers when he resumed his seat and set

two plates of food on the table.

"I hope you like ribs and beans." His gaze followed the

direction of hers. "Hey, Stacey." He winked at her and raised

his hand in a friendly wave.

The woman's puckered mouth relaxed into a faltering

smile. Blushing, she raised her hand to her neckline like a

flustered girl and called back shyly, "Hi, Junior."

"Well?"

Though she was still curious about the judge and his chameleon

daughter, Junior's one-word inquiry brought Alex's

head around. "Sorry?"

"Do you like ribs and beans?"

"Watch me," she laughed, spreading the napkin over her

lap.

She did unladylike damage to her plate of food, but her

healthy appetite earned her a compliment from Angus. "Sarah

Jo eats like a bird. Don't you like the ribs, honey?" he asked,

looking into her plate, which had barely been disturbed.

"They're a little dry."

"Want me to order you something else?"

"No, thank you."

After they'd eaten, Angus took a fresh cigar from his pocket

and lit it. Fanning out the match, he said, "Why don't you

two dance?"

"Are you game?" Junior asked.



"Sure." Alex pushed back her chair and stood up. "But

this kind of dancing isn't my forte, so nothing too fancy,

please."

Junior drew her into his arms and, disobeying her request,

executed a series of intricate turns and dips. "Very nice,"

he said, smiling down at her when they lapsed into a more

sedate two-step. Using the arm he had placed around her

waist, he pulled her tighter against him. "Very, very nice."

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