Chapter 3

The phone rang three times before he answered. In a low, slightly husky voice, lazy and impatient as if he had just woken up, he asked, "Who is this?"

"Good evening, Mr. Rivers." Leaning against the balcony railing, I looked out at the city lights. "This is Evelyn, Charles's ex-wife."

There was a two-second pause. Then his lazy impatience shifted into clear amusement and interest.

"Evelyn?" he repeated slowly, as if tasting the name. "Interesting. Charles's supposedly 'obedient' ex-wife?"

"Rumors aren't always true, Mr. Rivers," I said calmly. "For example, I'd heard you weren't interested in women. Seems that isn't…