CHAPTER 7“I don’t quite know what to make of you, Mike. You’ve changed.”
“That’s ridiculous. Why would I change?”
“I thought perhaps you could tell me.”
They were in Mike’s apartment with Donna curled up on the lounge. She was so magnetically feminine there in the intimate atmosphere with a single lamp glowing warmly, that Mike wanted to reach out and take her into his arms and assure her that everything was all right.
But everything was not all right and he could not bring himself to draw her into this cloud of confusion through which he groped.
“I can’t think of a thing that’s wrong,” he replied. He forced a lightness into his voice and smiled.
“One of two things is wrong between us, I’m sure of that,” Donna said.
“How about freshening up your glass?”
Donna ignored the offer. “Ei
