Free Passion's Promise by Danielle Steel

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    "Where are we taking Miss Saint Martin?"
    "Oh ... I don't know." She dried her eyes with one gloved hand, and looked at Kezia with a half smile.
    "Where are you going?"
    "I ... the Sherry-Netherland. Can you drop me ofi there?"
    "Sure." The car had already started, and the two settled back in their seat, holding hands between fine beige kid and black suede and saying nothing. There was nothing either could say: too much would have to be said if either of them ever began to try. The silence was easier. Tiffany wanted to invite Kezia home to dinner, but she couldn't remember if Bill was in town, and he didn't like her friends. He wanted to be able to read the work he brought home after dinner, or go out to his meetings, without feeling he had to stick around and make chitchat. Tiffany knew the rules. No one to dinner, except when Bill brought them home. It had been years since she'd tried . . . that was why . . . that was how ... in the beginning, she had been so lonely. With Daddy gone, and Mother . . . well, Mother . . . and she had thought babies of her own . . . but Bill didn't want them around either. Now the children ate at five-thirty with Nanny Singleton in the kitchen, and Nanny thought it "unwise" for Tiffany to eat with them. It made the children "uncomfortable." So she ate alone in the dining room at seven-thirty. She wondered if Bill would be home for dinner tonight, or just how angry he would be if. . . .
    "Kezia?"
    "Hm?" Kezia had been lost in her own painful thoughts, and she had had a dull pain in her stomach for the last twenty minutes. "Yes?"
    "Why don't you come to dinner tonight?" She looked like a little girl with a brilliant idea.
    "It ... it ... I ... I'm sorry, love, but I just can't." She couldn't do that to herself. And she had to see Mark. Had to. Needed to. Her survival came first, and the day had already been trying enough. "I'm sorry."
    "That's okay. Not to worry." She kissed Kezia gently on the cheek as Harley drew up to the Sherry-Netherland, and the hug they exchanged was ferocious, born of the longing of one and the other's remorse.
    "Take good care, will you?"
    "Sure."
    "Call me sometime soon?"
    Tiffany nodded.
    "Promise?"
    "Promise."
    Tiffany looked old again as they exchanged a last smile, and Kezia waved once as she disappeared into the lobby. She waited five minutes and then came out and hailed a cab, and sped south to SoHo, trying to forget the anguish in Tiffany's eyes. Driving north, Tiffany poured herself one more quick Scotch.
    "My God, it's Cinderella! What happened to my shirt?"
    "I didn't think you'd notice. Sorry, love, I left it at my place."
    "I can spare it. It is Cinderella, isn't it? Or are you running for president again?" He was leaning against the wall, observing the day's work, but his smile told her he was glad she was back home with him.
    "State senator, actually. Running for president is so obvious." She grinned at him and shrugged. "I'll get out of this stuff and go get some food."
    "Before you do, Madam Senator . . ." He walked purposefully toward her with a mischievous grin.
    "Oh?" The suit jacket was already off, her hair down, her blouse half-unbuttoned.
    "Yes, 'oh.' I missed you today."
    "I didn't even think you'd notice I was gone. You looked busy when I left."
    "Well, I'm not busy now." He swept her into his arms, her stockinged feet dangling over his arms, her black hair sweeping his face. "You look pretty all dressed up. Sort of like that girl I saw in the paper while you were gone, but nicer. Much, much nicer. She looked like a bitch." Kezia let her head fall back gently against his chest as she began to laugh.
    "And I'm not a bitch?"
    "Never, Cinderella, never."
    "What illusions you have."
    "Only about you."
    "Fool. Sweet, sweet fool. . . ." She kissedhim gently on the mouth, and in a moment the rest of her clothes marked a path to his bed. It was dark by the time they got up.
    "What time is it?"
    "Must be about ten." She stretched and yawned.