Forty-Two

But waiting for Henry in his big canopied bed in the townhouse on park place, Cassy began to wonder if she had the same flair for "sensible choice" as Adeline obviously had. It didn't come easily to her. She wanted to fling her anger at him and tell him what she thought of him for seeing his actress again, then threaten to shoot him if he went to her again. Then she wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her until she could think of nothing but his hard body and heated kisses.

Hugging her knees, she sat up in the bed and watched as low light from candles placed on the mantel shed waving patterns on the deep green walls. She was wearing her prettiest nightgown, sewn of sheer material and caught up on her shoulders with a rosette on each side, then flowing down in a greek fashion, to swirl around her feet. In the light, a person could see right through it. What would Henry do when he saw her? Would he be pleased? Irritated? Surprised?

When she finally heard his heavy tread in the ha