Chapter 40

She had crept into bed, and between the covers had thought about it. No, Michael was no longer hers. She must not think of it. She had not been quite sure why she had decided it so quickly, nor why she had held so firmly to her decision. Perhaps pride had had a lot to do with it. To have Michael mixed up in a sordid thing like this—to have to make excuses for Rickey, to have to make them again and again. For Rickey would be coming back—some instinct told her that Marty Van Duyne wouldn’t want him—and when he came b…