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“Okay. Put on something pretty and I’ll be back in an hour.”

“What about dessert?”

I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to say something naughty but then he collected himself. “We’re going to have chocolate-covered strawberries,” he declared smoothly.

When the door closed behind him, I turned Whitney off and took a hot bath, which soothed my frazzled nerves.

What to wear? What to wear for our romantic indoor picnic? I hunted around in the closet and came up with a sleeveless, clingy, yellow dress that hung down to my ankles.

Paul loved it. He pressed me close to him, and as we kissed, I could feel his erection growing. I pushed him away. “Later, baby, I’m really starving.”

He took a quick shower as I unpacked the delicacies and came out wearing a pair of blue silk pajamas. We sat cross-legged in front of the food, which was laid out on a pretty white comforter, and started filling our paper plates.

“Paul, where does Keith live?”

“He has an apartment in the residential section of Trump Tower and a home up in Connecticut. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. He just appears and disappears without saying very much about himself.”

“Did you read Winner?”

“Yeah. It’s not like I couldn’t find a copy.”

He laughed. “What do you think of it?”

“It’s very good. Where is his family now?”

“Keith’s mother lives in Houston, which is where she is originally from. Dolores lives in Scarsdale with her husband and fourteen-year-old son. Her husband works for Keith as an administrator.”

“Oh. Does he fly down to Houston a lot?”

“He sees his mother four or five times a year.”

“There is some sort of tension between Keith and his mother. The book leaves a lot of questions unanswered.”

He paused while loading shrimp onto his plate. “That’s what I told him while we were working on it. He wanted to encourage college students to enter law school and didn’t want to delve too much into his personal life. What is it that you want to know?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Why is he still single?”

“His college sweetheart wanted to get hitched during the summer between college and law school but Keith got cold feet at the last minute. He came close to getting married again right after the Buchanan case ended. He was seeing one woman exclusively for two years and was thinking about popping the question when she started putting the pressure on him. It became unbearable and when she gave the ultimatum, they broke up.”

“Two years! He was dating her for two whole years and didn’t marry her?”

He started eating. “I would do the same thing to you but we’re too old. I want at least five kids and there isn’t much time.”

“Five kids! Are you out of your mind? You’ll be too old to even pick up the last baby,” I laughed.

He pretended to be insulted as he flexed one arm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Look at the shape I’m in.”

I waved away his flexing arm. “What movies did you rent?”

“Not so fast. You promised to tell me about this detective work you’re planning.”

Slowly and carefully I laid out my plan.

Paul listened until I was done. “Jackie, what if there are no skeletons in Tiffany Nixon’s closet?”

“Then I’ll find another reporter who has one.”

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