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irritating, well-dressed shadow all evening.
    “Speaking of dresses, is there a duller color?” he asked, looking pointedly at her light gray shift.
    “I'm not sure,” Katie said with a secret smile of satisfaction. “But if I find one, I'll be certain to buy it.”
    “I have to ask. You wear your hair so tightly wrapped. Does it hurt your head?”
    Katie closed her eyes at his intrusive question. What business was it of his how she wore her hair? “You must be extremely bored if you're commenting on my hairstyle. Many people dress to make up for their personal insecurities. I've never had that problem,” she told him, and deliberately ran her gaze over him from his perfectly knotted tie, down his perfectly cut Brooks Brothers suit, to his perfectly shined leather shoes. She wanted to tell him where to stick his attitude, but counted to ten. She glanced at Wilhemina and saw that Jason was no longer by her side. “Excuse me while I speak with Wilhemina.”
    Her mother's voice echoed through her mind as she made her way to Wilhemina. Such a shame The man looks damn good until he starts talking. Maybe a good blow job would improve his disposition. Never met a man who didn't smile after getting a thorough French kiss on his—
    Katie mentally cut her mother off. “And I'm sure you kissed just about every man you met,” she muttered under her breath and dismissed her.
    Wilhemina's gaze met hers and Katie saw the woman's eyes sparkle. Katie smiled. “Are you enjoying yourself with Jason Page?”
    “Yes,” she said, brimming with excitement. “He asked me to join him at his family's lake house tomorrow. He said he wanted to get some more champagne for me. I'm so excited I need to use the bathroom.”
    Katie smothered a chuckle. “Then you should go,” she said, guiding Wilhemina toward the terrace.
    “But I don't want to lose him,” Wilhemina said, biting her lip as she trotted beside Katie.
    “I'm sure he can wait long enough for you to use the rest room,” Katie told her, leading her down a hallway toward the Rogers’ powder room. Urging Wilhemina inside, Katie stood outside the door like a sentry. She crossed her fingers that Michael Wingate was wrong.
    In seconds, Wilhemina appeared, her lipstick hastily reapplied. “A little too much,” Katie said and grabbed a tissue from her purse. Another guest squeezed past her and Wilhemina, leaving them in the darkened hallway. “I need more light,” Katie said. “Let's try somewhere else.”
    Katie wound through the hallway and took another turn. She opened a door and pulled Wilhemina inside.
    “Where are we?” Wilhemina asked.
    Katie shrugged and glanced around. “I don't know. It looks like a study. The important thing is that it has light,” she said, switching on two lamps. She scrutinized Wilhemina's mouth again. It was a mess.
    “How bad is it?” Wilhemina asked, clearly a bundle of nerves.
    “Not that bad,” Katie fibbed and began to wipe one corner. She heard the low voices of men talking to each other outside the door.
    “Why are you spending so much time with the Rasmussen cow?” one man asked.
    Katie paused midwipe. She looked into Wilhemina's eyes and saw that the woman had overheard the comment. The vibrant spark dimmed.
    “Wilhemina's nice,” another man said. “And lonely.”
    “Are you that hard up?” the first man asked.
    “Things are a little tight for me right now. I lost a ton in the stock market, and my old man refuses to give me any more money.”
    “So what you really want is some of daddy Ivan's spare change?”
    “He's got plenty to spare. I figure if I pay Wilhemina some special attention, she might feel generous.”
    “How special? You're not really gonna take her to bed, are you?” The man made a sound of disgust. “Her father might be loaded, but she's a dog, pure and simple.”
    Katie watched Wilhemina's eyes fill with disillusionment and disappointment. Her stomach twisted with a combination of empathy and