She heard the sound of a car approaching and hopped off her chair, rushing to the window and watching Jim get out of the Citroen. She grabbed the tabloid and pulled open the door, coming halfway down the stairs as he walked into the living room.
“Do you think I can speak with you a minute?” she called out, standing with her fists on hips. He blinked at her as the others stared at him before breaking into a chorus of hums, dutifully going back to whatever they had been doing.
“I'll keep the food warm,” Sting called as Mansfield followed Jennifer back upstairs.
“I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was stepping out,” he began. “I…”
“You know, I've never really had a whole lot of luck picking guys,” she said derisively. “Back when I was in school I always ended up with the biggest jerks. My husb
