Chapter 83

• “Home,” he said simply, sweeping his jacket up and draping it over his arm. “I suddenly feel like I need a hot shower.”
• Watching him leave, her mind reeled. Perversely, only one coherent thought emerged from the chaos of her mind. “What about the money?” she asked.
• He turned back, almost to the door. “That’s right. This was supposed to be about money, wasn’t it?” He looked her coolly up and down. “You haven’t earned it.”