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he phoned? His secretary had said he had been admitted to a New York hospital; no one knew when he'd be back, but for God's sake, there had to be telephones there. Why hadn't he gotten hold of one and rung her? Didn't he care how she was feeling?
    She sniffed, shivering a little in the sheer satin teddy that was all she was wearing. She'd bought the garment just a week ago, anticipating Nathan's reaction when he saw her in it. Now, it seemed it would be weeks before she was likely to find out. She didn't even know how badly he'd been hurt.
    She'd worn the teddy today in an attempt to raise her spirits. It hadn't worked, even though she had gained some satisfaction from the knowledge that she still looked remarkably good for her age. The close-fitting satin accentuated the full swell of her breasts and hugged the narrow contours of her hips. For a woman of thirty-nine, she was remarkably well-preserved.
    She sighed. If only there was something she could do, but her job at the casino meant she was virtually tied to staying put. Besides, it wouldn't do for Carl to think they were trying to cheat him. If she went flying off to the States, he was bound to think the worst.
    Her teeth ground together at the thought of the hundreds of thousands of dollars that had literally gone up in smoke. She couldn't be certain, of course, but it seemed highly unlikely that Nathan's suitcase could have survived unscathed. He wouldn't have carried it on board as hand luggage. The last thing he'd want to do was draw attention to it. No, like everyone else's baggage in the hold, it would have been destroyed.
    Still, at least Nathan had survived. And Carl could hardly blame him because the plane had crashed. It was an accident, pure and simple. She just wished she could convince herself that he'd understand.
    That was why she'd called Carl and invited him to come over. She knew Nathan wouldn't like it, but dammit, he didn't have to know. He hadn't bothered to try and reach her, and she was restless, she ran slightly unsteady fingers over her stomach and down to the moist cleft between her legs, shivering in anticipation. She was horny. Oh, God, was she horny! She needed a man—any man—tonight.
    If only Nathan's secretary had been more friendly when she'd gotten up the courage to call his office. She'd suggested she contact Mrs Wolfe if she wanted any further information. Close-mouthed cow! Lisa wondered if she knew Nathan had a mistress. One thing was certain—she'd never get anything out of her.
    In the meantime, she had needs; she had priorities. Not the least of which was finding some more cash. Unfortunately, she'd speculated a little on Nathan's expectations. Maybe Carl would be generous. He used to like her not so long ago.
    Lisa's lips tightened. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. There was that bitch—Caitlin—who'd never had to fight for anything in her life, and here she was, with her only chance of happiness slipping away. What if Nathan was paralysed or disabled? Would she still feel the same way about him if he was?
    But that was only morbid speculation. She couldn't afford to be negative about the future. Nathan would get better; he would be all right. She was convinced of it. And when he did, she was going to make sure he got a divorce. Caitlin didn't satisfy him; if it wasn't for her daddy's money, Nathan would never have looked at her. She had to remember that when things were looking black.
    She sighed. If only Nathan's original scheme had been successful. If Matthew Webster had retired and given his son-in-law control of the company, they'd have been together by now. Once the shareholders had seen what a good job Nathan was doing, they'd have supported him whether he was married to Caitlin or not. It was what they'd planned when she'd followed him to England three years ago.
    But it hadn't worked out that way. Somehow, Caitlin had discovered they were having an affair. If the old man hadn't bad a heart attack, she'd have