The Bamboo Blonde (2011)
The Bamboo Blonde
“Griselda sat beside him in well-mannered docility, ate and drank, listened and spoke. She didn't want to. She wanted to clutch Con's hand, make him run, swim, fly with her away from the macabre reverberations there at the St. Catherine. But Con didn't notice her; he was not wasting charm on a wife that night. Nor did he pay any attention to the man he had traveled to meet. Pembrooke should have been harassed at having his companion taken over completely by Con. Actually he wasn't, Griselda realized. It was because he was waiting for something, for someone else.
When Kew entered the dining room with Kathie Travis on his arm, Griselda knew what that something was. She knew with such certainty that there was no amazement in her at Kew being there, nor at Kathie being with him, not even at Sergei Vironova following sadly in their wake.
Con saw them, too. He laid his fingers on Dare's arm and shouted, "Look what's here!" Dare put her other hand on Albert George's red-haired wrist.
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