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Jason seemed distracted by the door to The Silver Spoon opening, and as Kitt turned to look, a cloud of Calvin Klein’s Obsession preceded whoever was arriving. She knew the scent because Lionel had given her a bottle and whenever she wore it, he kept sniffing her. A little shiver travelled down her spine. He could be so annoying.
It was dim in the entryway but she could see a man holding the door open while the woman flounced through, spike heels clicking on the tile floor. Every head in the nightclub turned expectantly…but the musicians started another number and many people turned away.
But not Kitt.
When they stepped forward into the light, she gasped.
It was them. Rob and that bitch. What was her name? Kitt had heard him call her something. Suzanne? No…Suzette? Yes, that was it. Rob had some nerve, bringing her out after the way she’d talked to the woman he’d just made love to. Besides, he didn’t like the place. Did he?
Wait a minute. Suzette? Oh my lord, was she Jason’s Suzette?
He followed Kitt’s gaze.
The woman with Rob threw up her hands and a smile lit her face. “Jay.”
She must have spotted his red carnation.
“Suzette?” Jason muttered. “With another man and he doesn’t look happy. Is it too late to take off my boutonnière?”
“Wearing it in the first place was a hokey idea,” Kitt mumbled. Jason was right. Rob looked like he couldn’t decide whether to fight or flee. He pulled off a billed cap and was holding it down at his side…what was that all about?
Dodging through the dancers, Suzette headed their way. Two feet from the table, she screeched to a halt. “You!” She shook a finger at Kitt. “You seem to be everywhere, you little tramp. What are you doing sitting with my date?”
“I was here first. He sat with me. Besides, you came in with the man who was my date.”
“What’s going on here?” Jason stood up. “You told me you couldn’t make it, Suzette, and I was merely enjoying this young lady’s company. She was alone, too.” He patted Suzette’s arm. “Bring your escort over, sit down, and we’ll sort everything out.”
“What a charming idea,” Suzette said, in a scathing tone. “I came all the way here in a big rush, and you want the four of us to get chummy.” She stalked over to the bar and perched on a stool. Her wrap dress fell open and exposed a lot of leg.
Rob had disappeared from view while the dancers waited on the floor for the next number.
Kitt felt like she was watching a ping pong game. “Go ahead, Jason. I mean, Jay.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Why did you call me Jason?”
“I don’t know. I…I just got mixed up. Now, go on and pacify her. I don’t mind.”
He tapped his fingers on the table. “I’m not sure I like her disposition but I suppose I should give it a try. I would like to see you again under different circumstances, however.” He pushed a cocktail napkin her way along with a gold pen he took out of his breast pocket. “Give me your phone number and I’ll call you.”
Kitt hesitated but jotted down her cell number. “It’s only fair you give me yours as well.” She gave him a coy smile and patted his hand, noticing for the first time a diamond ring he wore on his pinkie. Could it be Pamela’s?
“You think you might call me?” He grinned broadly.
“If I get lonely, would it be okay?” She leant forward and pushed out her lower lip.
He looked down her top and licked his lips. “Well, sure. I wouldn’t want to leave you in need.”
He took his pen back and picked up another napkin.
“Don’t you have a business card?” she asked.
“Not on me. Anyway, I don’t want you to call me at work.”
Kitt watched him write. The ring he wore was heavy gold with a square cut gem and looked more like a man’s except for the size. Maybe it had belonged to Graham Patterson. Pamela’s deceased husband. Or maybe Lana let him wear dead Mr. Turner’s.
He tore off the part with his number and gave it to Kitt. “This is my mobile. I only give it to special people. See you later, sweetheart.” He pushed in her chair and squeezed her shoulder, his fingers lingering.
Kitt needed more than this connection but he’d already started walking away. She tucked his phone number in her bra as she saw Ginni approaching.
