Chapter 9

Still in her bemused, Georgia folded and lifted her crocheted bedspread onto a chair, pulled back the clothes to crawl inside.

She was tired. She lay thinking over her incredible day. Who would ever believe it? She'd gotten up that morning, wiped away the last trace of herself as she vacated her apartment near Cleveland, gone to a cafe for breakfast, innocently collected The Envelope and driven to her destiny. Astonishing. Here she was in Luke Montana's apartment, lying in his bed.

How clever of him to rent that cot, the rack for her clothes and the chest of drawers. Very efficient.

If he hadn't had a place to sleep and had tried to fit his big body on that living-room sofa, how long would it be before she would say, "I'll take sofa?" Would she be such a wimp as to do that? probably.

It's what her mother, Felicia, would do for her Dad. For all Felicia's airy life-style, she really stroked her husband. "This is the best place and it's your father's" She'd tell the children. There was n