The drive home was uneventful, probably helpful as I mulled over the conversations I"d had most of the way home. Primarily, the conversation with Alison. Flicking through Ben"s compact discs, I"d found some classical music and pushed it into the CD player, turning the sound up to a ridiculously loud level. It helped me to calm down, as each time I thought of Alison I found myself grinding my teeth in frustration. It wasn"t that I didn"t trust Lucas – I didn"t trust her. Alison"s reputation preceded her, I knew from Lonnie she went after every man she wanted with singular determination and it was apparent from her conversation at lunchtime that she wanted Lucas. The last straw had been discovering she would be at the wedding. I rolled my eyes in disgust – maybe she would change her mind and
