THE REPLACEMENT WIFEBy Eileen Goudge
“We had a nice time,” Kat said.Camille Harte felt her heart sink and the fizz go out of the celebratory bottle of champagne she’d mentally uncorked. In her line of work, she’d learned to read nuancesand inflections the way a fortune-teller did tea leaves.
It did not go well,
she thought.Damn. She’d been so
.“But?” she prompted in a mild tone.A lengthy pause at the other end of the phone, then Kat said slowly, “Well. He’s agreat guy and all. But he’s still hung up on his ex-wife. Let’s just say I know more abouther than he does about me.”Camille suppressed a sigh. Clearly, the message figuratively chiseled in stoneover the doorway to the Harte to Heart Agency had failed to sink in with Mr. Once-Burned:
Abandon all talk of exes, ye who enter here.
Maybe she should require aminimum wait of one year following a divorce.“What else did you talk about?” she asked.