While Georgia was deciding if she dared challenge Luke, Minny greeted them from inside the packed pink car. Georgia turned and stared at the stranger who was her cat. Luke opened the car door and Minny, her loyal and faithful companion, jumped easily onto his other arm and curled there!"I thought she didn't like men." Luke gloated."Uh....? obviously it was going to take a while to get over that one kiss. She'd be smart not to risk any more. She sent one more pitiful look at the attendant, who gave her another cheery wave. He would remember all this, in an interview on cable News Network, after they found her dead body and that of her cat. No, the cat would take up residence with Luke, be perfectly happy and not even miss her.As Luke hurried her around the corner and back along the stark side of the building, with Minny looking around from the shelter of his arm, Georgia mourned," He didn't believe me.""It's the pink car. How can anyone take someone seriously if she has a pink car?

His apartment was in a complex nestled in a woods. It was very attractive. Obviously expensive. The units were fieldstone, ivy-covered, with balconies. They were placed with calculation, so each unit was individual.Mac was waiting for them, pacing on the sidewalk. The two men exchange an amused male look. Mac said, "I got Minny some sand for her box.. Some litter." He expected to be congratulated."We had some.""I thought it was a stroke of genius."Luke said, "It was. As soon as we get this stuff out of her car and upstairs, you can go home.""Do you know, as I was loading the cart in the grocery store, I said to myself, " Dollars to doughnuts, he'll asked me to haul all that stuff up those stairs."" Any time you read. "" Give me the keys to open the trunk." Georgia slid that in very cleverly." I'll do that." Bit Luke was just being polit. That she might try to escape hadn't occurred to him. " How can one small girl and one tiny cat have so much junk?""No furniture." She commen

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

I quit teaching and worked as a soup- kitchen food chopper. When I still couldn't go back to teaching, I got a job as a 'gofer' at a florist. " She didn't mention why she left there. She took a deep breath. "I won't ever risk another involvement, it's to much to bear."Luke said, "I had a similar experience. My wife was sleeping with a friend during the day. She cleaned me out with a divorce. The man was married and had kids. How could I point the finger at him? It would have wrecked his wife. I'd never marry again, either. " " Who' have you? " Georgia smiled a little." You're a workaholic! All you think about is business."" Occasionally, I do have other thoughts." He grinned at her.He worked hard in jhis sturdy. The phone rang, he used the computer, Mac brought prapers, and then there was Georgia who was Grasshopper to Luke's industrious Ant.She was bored and restless. By the third morning of her detention, she again fixed breakfast. Luke appreciated her efforts. Mac came as us

"He'd do that?" "Every time." "I'm play left-handed." Luke looked grudgingly cooperative. Mac blabbed. "He is left-handed." "You have to be fair." Mac was reasonable. "She's your quest." "She's my captive and she's supposed to do what I want." "Careful there, Montana. Things could get out of hand. "Can you belly dance?" Luke asked her. "While I'm not too enthusiastic about table tennise, I wouldn't mind having to watch a little belly dancing." " I don't belly dance." "Ah! Here's the opportunity for you to learn a new skill. Mac, see if you can find a do-it-yourself book on it and you'd have to get the accountrements. The ruby for her belly button, the scarves, that sort of thing." Mac said, 'Well-" Georgia said, "No." Luke objected to Mac, "I have put mind to the problem of her exercising and I don't get any credit! She turns down all my suggestions and then complains because she hasn't any way to exercise." "I am going crazy cooped up in here with a madman-" "Going? you