FIFTY-FOUR
"You're Jean-Pierre's new girlfriend?" an Irish voice demanded.
Audra was momentarily tongue-tied. She'd expected a Canadian accent like Jean's, not an Irish one. "Ah, not yet. I thought he was married until about five minutes ago. I just asked him what happened to make you divorce him, and...he called you."
Dairine laughed. "So he's still a coward, is he? Doesn't like a direct confrontation. Still walking away from his responsibilities. All right, I'll tell you, and it'll serve him right when you break it off, too."
Audra stiffened, not liking Dairine at all. Perhaps divorce had been a lucky thing for Jean. Audra wet her lips. "Thank you," she said, forcing herself to be polite. After a moment's thought, she hit the speakerphone button so Jean could hear her, too.
"Jean-
