After a long, hard day, Liberty looked forward to her simple, comforting bedtime routines.Once she showered, she slipped into comfy PJs, and then curled up on the sofa while watching TV and drinking either a mug of tea or a glass of wine.Tonight she opted for the tea to counteract the effects of the wine.Normally, these little rituals eased her into a wonderful, relaxed mood, but after dinner tonight with Byron Keats, Liberty found herself a bit at odds.How dare he continue to invade her privacy like this!Normally, she would turn off her phones, both the cell and her home line, but tonight she forgot to place her cell on mute.When it buzzed, she sat up on the couch, alert.Could her caller be Keats, wanting to add information out of the kindness of his heart, or more likely, extract informa
