“Don’t mention it,” he said. “My daughter is about your age, and when I think about something like this happening to her…Keep your chin up, dear. But keep your head down until the reporter in the corner booth leaves.”
He returned to the bar, and I held my drink, staring at the wall. Jay was already dating someone else. Possibly. Probably. Katherine Ashcroft. Katie to her friends.
A little more than a week ago, I’d been reading about her in Forbes while waiting out a storm in my basement. Her background was impeccable. Born with money, attended all the best schools, private tutors, passed everything with flying colors. She’d been trained to take over her father’s empire practically since she learned to walk. Plus, she was smart, elegant, perfectly composed at all times, quick as a whip, a
