"I imagine she's probably already on the phone with him." She shrugged and pulled me back over to the booth. "I don't really care anymore. They can both go to hell."

I nodded, although my stomach was twisting. I hoped Clara's little brush off of Rosemary wouldn't ruin anything Nicholas had planned.

When I got home and jumped in Nicholas' arms, I felt better than I had in a long time. He listened and smiled when I told him everything from our evening, never once getting upset or worried about ...