Diana Palmer Quote

She pulled the shawl closer as a tall, lithe figure cut across the parking lot and joined her at the passenger door.You’re already famous, Colby Lane told her, his dark eyes twinkling in his lean, scarred face. You’ll see yourself on the evening news, if you live long enough to watch it. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. Tate’s on his way right now.Unlock this thing and get me out of here! she squeaked.He chuckled. Coward.He unlocked the door and let her climb in. By the time he got behind the wheel and took off, Tate was striding across the parking lot with blood in his eye. Cecily blew him a kiss as Colby gunned the engine down the busy street.You’re living dangerously tonight, Colby told her. He knows where you live, he added.He should. He paid for the apartment, she added in a sharp, hurt tone. She wrapped her arms closer around her. I don’t want to go home, Colby. Can I stay with you tonight?She knew, as few other people did, that Colby Lane was still passionately in love with his ex-wife, Maureen. He had nothing to do with other women even two years after his divorce was final. He drank to excess from time to time, but he wasn’t dangerous. Cecily trusted no one more. He’d been a good friend to her, as well as to Tate, over the years.He won’t like it, he said.She let out a long breath. What does it matter now? she asked wearily. I’ve burned my bridges.I don’t know why that socialite Audrey had to tell you, he muttered irritably. It was none of her business.Maybe she wants a big diamond engagement ring, and Tate can’t afford it because he’s keeping me, she said bitterly.He glanced at her rigid profile. He won’t marry her.She made a sound deep in her throat. Why not? She’s got everything…money, power, position and beauty-and a degree from Vassar.In psychology, Colby mused.She’s been going around with Tate for several months.He goes around with a lot of women. He won’t marry any of them.Well, he certainly won’t marry me, she assured him. I’m white.More of a nice, soft tan, he told her. You can marry me. I’ll take care of you.She made a face at him. You’d call me Maureen in your sleep and I’d lay your head open with the lamp. It would never work.