Escape (2011)
“But I couldn’t just turn and walk away. Forget cowardly; it would have been rude. It also would have been imprudent. Amelia had been respectful to James, and she was paying Lee’s bills.
She looked totally together in her plaid shirt and khakis. When younger, she’d had the same pure blond hair as Vicki and Jude, and though hers was now mixed with white, it remained thick. For as long as I’d known her, she’d kept it short, brushed back behind her ears in a clipped, CEO-appropriate style. Gentleness wasn’t a priority for her. Even today, under a cloud cover that softened the afternoon light, she looked flinty.
She also looked smug. “Trouble in paradise?” she asked in her ballsy alto.
“Actually, no,” I replied without lying. New York was no paradise, not by a long shot.
“He didn’t look happy with you,” she pressed. “No kiss? No hug?”
“You weren’t with us last night.”
“No,” she conceded. “I suppose it was kind of him to come.”
Kind? What about loving or devoted or worried?
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