And yet the image of Max and Leslie persisted in springing to her mind, sickening her.
She shook her head as if to clear it and looked around the pool. Where was Jack?
And why should she look for him?
Funny. She had been afraid to see him again. The idea of her and Max and the man who had at one time taken her to bed, all being in the same room, trading small talk, was extremely distasteful. It didn't help in the slightest that Max didn't know Jack had been her lover. If anything that might make things worse, because Jack could ignore the fact that Max had cut him out and could take the smug male, "I was there first" attitude, as if she and Max both were merely discards. She had seen men behave that way before.
But things hadn't worked out that way at all. There was no slightest hint o
