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eyebrows among the staff. There had been numerous arguments, ever since Kathryn’s appointment as
his secretary, but this was different. Now they were avoiding each other completely. They didn’t
argue, because there was no contact between them.
“I say, have you and Blake had a falling out;” Vivian asked kathryn that evening as she waited
for Blake to change for their dinner date. “You’ve hardly spoken to each other for the past couple of
days.”
Kathryn, curled up on the sofa in her ivorycolored jumpsuit with a book, glanced at the older
woman coolly. The blue Qiana dress the actress was wearing left nothing to the imagination, and even
Kathryn had to admit it flattered her figure, her lovely face, and her elegantly coiffured blond hair.
Just Blake’s style, she thought bitterly.
“Not at all,” Kathryn replied finally. “Blake and I were never close,” she lied, remembering
happier times when there was never a cross word between them, and Blake’s eyes were tender.
“Oh, really?” Vivian probed. She smiled a little haughtily, primping at a mirror on the wall
between two elegant bronze sconces. “I do hope you and I will get on together. Living in the same
house, you know . . .” She let her voice trail away insinuatingly.
“Have you set a date?” Kathryn asked with careful unconcern.
“Not quite,” the blonde replied. “But it won’t be long.”
“I’m delighted for both of you,” she murmured as she stared blankly at her book.
“Are you ready, darling?” Vivian gushed as Blake came into the room. “I’m simply famished!”
“ Lets go
she didnt raise her eyes from the book, didn’t look at him or speak to him. She felt dead, frozen. It
wasn’t until the door slammed behind them that she was able to relax. How fortunate, she thought, that
Dick Leeds and Maude had also gone out for the night, and that she’d convinced Phillip to go to the
movies alone. There was no one to watch her cry. Now, for certain, she’d have to leave Greyoaks.
then,” he replied with a sensuous note in his voice that Kathryn didn’t miss. But
There was no way she could live in it with Vivian.
The following day dawned bright and sunny, perfect for their flight to St. Martin. Kathryn and
Phillip were bringing up the rear. Vivian, in a stunning white lace pantsuit, was clinging to Blake’s
arm like ivy while Dick Leeds and Maude followed along deep in conversation. Kathryn was
wearing a simple peasant dress in green and brown patterns that brought out the deep green of her
eyes and set off her long, waving dark hair. She was dressed for comfort, not for style, and she knew
she was no competition for the blonde. She wasn’t trying to be. She’d lost Blake, even though she’d
never really had a chance to win him. There were too many years between them.
“You’re tearing at my heart,” Phillip said quietly, watching her as she watched Blake and
Vivian.
She lifted her sad eyes to his. “Why?”
“I’ve never seen a woman love a man the way you love Blake,” he replied quietly, with none of
his usual gaiety.
She lifted her shoulders in a careless gesture. “I’ll get over it,” she murmured. “It ... it’s just
going to take a little time, that’s all. I’ll land on my feet, Phil.”
He caught her hand and held it gently as they walked toward the small jet owned by the
corporation. “I honestly thought it was infatuation, at first,” he admitted gently. “But I’m beginning to
realize just how wrong I was. You’d do anything for him, wouldn’t you? Even stand aside and watch
him marry another woman, as long as he was happy.”
Her long eyelashes curled down onto her cheeks. “Isn’t that what love is all about?” she asked in
a soft whisper. “I want him to be happy.” Her eyes closed briefly. “I want everything for him.”
He squeezed her hand. “Stiff upper lip, darling,” he said under his breath. “Don’t let him see you
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